Shortly we were all standing around, drinks in hand yakking away.Annie broached the subject. "Jim came up with the idea of building a large log cabin ...n our block. The intention being to let the orphanage have a piece of Pebble Beach to call their own. We know that all of you want to have the kids visit you but keep in mind that they would start to feel obligated. If they had their own cabin they would still feel wanted and I'm sure they would still want to visit with you."Hattie was the first. ..”“How did you folks come up with such a harebrained scheme? Just as important, how did you get it rolling so fast?” chimed in Rachel.The woman looked around at her and explained. “When the pickup happened, we three sponsors were out of town picking up our college kids. After the landing, college didn’t seem that important anymore. We returned to find our friends sitting around here in misery. The plan just sorta developed...”One of the original group added. “Bessie over in the next town is a. Shit, I was really in the mood for a swim.’ He said as he met her back on the shore. She tried not to look at his bare chest as they talked. That’s all she needed right now, to see his beautiful muscles, knowing that she could never have him. ‘Well, why don’t you swim in your shorts?’ she said, avoiding his eyes for fear that he could see the lust in her eyes. ‘No, then I’ll have nothing to put on when I come out. Would you mind if I went in with my underwear?’ he asked. ‘No,’ she replied too. Pergolas and gazebos dotted the large yard, offering privacy and seclusion from prying eyes.The house had been built in 1895 by Clarissa's great-great-grandfather on a bluff overlooking the Missouri River, back in the days of railroad and cattle barons. As is customary among the very wealthy, the house had been passed down through the generations. It probably had twenty or thirty rooms and four or five bathrooms, but I don't think even Clarissa knew exactly. It was extremely ugly as well—think.