The men were more apt to stare, but the women would steal glances and later confess, “You look great!”Sondra knew when she was being watched, and ...hen the admirer was a stranger in a safe setting, the whole thing took on the quality of a game, an exciting game. Once she had aroused an athletic-looking waiter to more than a casual interest. It was a late dinner for Sondra. She had had a long day, and was visiting a new city. The prospect of hurrying back to a hotel room for an in-house movie. Sometimes silence can say one thousand words. I find her in yoga pants and a tightly fitting shirt with her brand new Nikes. Knowing it was time for our run. We ran along the ranch watching the sun rise, feeling her glance at me every now and again, I would look back and she would look away. My giggles surrounded her making her giggle. How did we know each other so well? We got to our place where we would sit for hours watching the pond ripple and the turtles popping up and down. Where we. One weekend we had Ted and Elizabeth over the house. We had a few drinks and were up working up a thirst for more. Liz and Ted brought a game over the house. It was a game called Passes up. Passes Up is a game that no one actually can win. You go and roll the dice, then you land on a space and it tells you to pick a card. The cards say different things on them. I hadn’t a clue what was on the cards since this was my first time playing. David rolled a six and he moves. He picked a. Where too now were the villages? There was now no one foolish enough to settle on these inhospitable shores where there was so little food, so little shelter and where the oases and streams of fresh water were further and further apart. Had the two women not learnt the practise of not eating all they could find when they could and of carrying vessels and animal hides in which to store the fruit, meat and water of an earlier day's scavenging, they would have starved to death. A bonanza of dates.