"Would you like a bath then, first, I mean?" I ain't so dirty. Are you?" She turned and looked at me, raising an eyebrow. "Now?" she said. Her eyes we...e green and rather bloodshot."And why not?" said I.She nodded at the other women working along the stream bank. "Bit of an audience," she said."We could go upstream," I suggested. "I see you've got some soap."She spat and considered. "Why not. It's been a while," she said and stood, pulling me to my feet. We walked a hundred yards north, past a. I continued bathing in hot water for another ten minutes.As the evening progressed, I went down to have a drink before dinner. They allowed me into the pub because I was staying in the same hotel. But there was a hard stop at 10 pm for ‘stags,’ i.e., single men.Inside, the pub was overcrowded as usual. I quickly gulped my drink and got ready to leave the bar counter when Prerna spotted me. She was barely recognizable as she appeared out of nowhere.She was wearing a backless mini dress with the. I'd guess, zilch!Go back 500 years and I'm willing to bet you don't know anything about your ancestors lives or even how they lived. I'll bet that knowledge dips near to zero. Beyond that, zip for sure.So, what has happened to THEIR Spirits. Where are they. Have they died? What happened to them and their Spirits. What about all those memories?"You Goof!" shot into my consciousness.At first I thought it was Marilyn back with me. But that wasn't right. This was a younger voice. Plus I was sure it. ’ The kiss had been surprisingly sweet. She could feel her nipples burning in her bra. They were pressed against his chest; maybe he could feel the heat. His hands were on her waist, warming her there.“You don’t like octopi. I’m about to turn into one.” Her sweet butt, a butt he’d watched climb the stairs ahead of him for much of the morning, was inches from his hands. She took his right hand in both of hers. Well, he’d learned to take a refusal; he should have known that this desirable girl.