"Uncle Randy," murmured Cheryl, keeping her voice low because our neighbors to either side were sunning on their beaches, "the only thing wrong with t...is place is that we have to wear more than our necklaces." Well," I whispered after thinking for a moment, "at least we have scenery that's almost as beautiful as you in your necklace and a smile."Cheryl lifted her head and looked around. "Wow! That's one hell of a compliment." Uh huh," I sighed, wriggling to a slightly more comfortable position. "They shuddered."Thanks for the tip!"They were impressed at the length of some of the hair they saw in the Union - a couple of lovely blonde waist-length flowing manes turned out to be bearded male students when seen from the front."Why don't any of you four have such long hair, if it is so fashionable?" I don't like it, and the girls also prefer it shorter - and it's a lot easier to keep clean. I suspect some of these blokes are stuck at home 'washing their hair' a couple of nights a week!"We. I got good and filthy, stacking the logs at the side of the road, and even trimming the large branches down and cutting them into more usable pieces. My arms and chest were scraped up from handling the rough bark on the heavy logs, and by the end my hands were starting to feel like hamburger. I don't know how long I was at it, but I was surprised when I saw Jill roll up on her husband's Road King."Damn, Alex! You're filthy! What have you been up to for the last few hours?" She asked, stepping. Mo bhali mela bia ku phatei deba.Naa dhire dhire gandiku uthei uthei genha. Dhire dhire nalua heiki pura free lagiba. Mu garam re Nitu doodha ku chusi chusi khauthili aau bou haule haule mo banda ku genhuthile. Bou bia bhitare mo banda pasuthila aau baharuthila. Bou majhire majhire bia ku pura bhidi deuthile je aaahhhaa bou bou. Mo banda aaaahhhaaa mo banda aaahhaaa.Uhhhh mo bia bia mo bia. Nitu tike dekhilu Kemiti to Raju banda mo bia bhitare pasichi.Huun bou Raju banda ku genha. Nitu mo banda.