"Like that," I look at my charges. "You now have to trust that your partner will catch you. And you have to trust that your partner who is falling is ...ot going to do something stupid." It looks easy," Nev says, wondering what the trick of the game is. "Too easy." It is, and it is not. I will leave it up to you to figure out what the trick is," I dust myself off and give Godiva a reassuring pat."Now, team up," I instruct the girls. Alys and Brin, Nev and Godiva. They start.As I observe them, I. I wasn't so much a hobby as it was a way of life for me. I wrote down whatever I wanted knowing no one was going to read it but me.Just then I decided to continue that way of life. I got out of bed and grabbed a number 2 pencil, grabbed the note book and began drawing whatever came to mind. And the first thing I thought of was a samurai. I always liked the culture of ancient japan. Stories about Samurai, ninja, martial arts master that defy human capabilities. But I don't know what possessed me. "It was OK. Did you like it?" she said. "It would feel better not tied up cause I got stiff laying in one position. Are there other ways to do that?" Yes, there are many ways to make love," he answered her. "That is what you call it when two people do what we did. We made love." Oh," she said, "I thought it was called something else I don't want to say." It is if the people don't love each other," he said."Does that mean you love me?" Karen asked."I guess so," he said."Then I guess it's OK that. Sitting down on the bed, I thought furiously. I mentally examined everything I knew, or thought I knew, right up to the present. I came up with three options.Option 1: I was a sane sixty-six-year-old man whose body had regressed to the age of fifteen. Leaving aside the twin issues of how and why, for now; this was an acceptable option for my psyche but was also the least likely.Option 2: I was dreaming or the equivalent of dreaming, which meant I was in a coma or dead and this was the Land of.