‘She would never admit that she was so curious. But she was pestering me so much that I came just to silence her,’ he said, a smile teasing at his...lips. ‘What about?’ she asked, baffled as to what Doris could be so intrigued about. ‘There is a rumor that a man is living in your out-building. A very handsome and mysterious man. Doris is going out of her head about it,’ he said with a laugh. ‘If something happens in this area and she doesn’t know all the details, it drives her mad.’ ‘And you in. Porterville itself was a small rural town about 400 to 500 hundred miles north of Los Angeles, California. Hank Barry had lived in Porterville all his life except for a few years tripping around the world after he graduated from college. He met Lynn in Canada where they married before moving back to Porterville to take possession of the family home after Hank’s mother and father passed away. They had lived together in that same house in Rose Lane for nearly twenty years now and that is where. We'd been work out buddies on occasion and the one time I'd actually seen him with his shirt off, I thought he looked like a fuckin' marine, very lean muscular build.Anyways, we punched a couple of brews, had a few laughs and I took him back to his house to drop him off. He seemed to want the good times to keep rolling when he asked me in for another beer. It sounded good to me, so I followed him into his house. He said to make my self at home while he grabbed us a couple more beers. He had a. I have been deliberately looking elsewhere rather than the start of the second pitch, which I now must either lead, or retreat from. I look. A steep, undercut corner begins about ten feet above the ledge. Hand and footholds are far from obvious. To fall before placing protection is the worst case scenario regardless of distance fallen. The mechanics are simple. A climbing rope absorbs kinetic energy as it stretches. In a fall you travel just over twice the distance between you and your last.