Ann looked wistful and said: ‘Lucky you.’ I stated that when you trust the universe things often have a way of working out and asked if they knew ...the story of the Taoist farmer. They did not so I told it: ‘The farmer owned an old mare and one day this horse jumped the fence and ran away. His neighbor commiserated but the farmer said: ‘What is good, and what is bad? We shall see.’ One week later the mare returned herding a young stallion and several wild mares. The neighbor congratulated him for. I took four bullets and placed them in my left hand and extended it like I was holding a gun.I closed my eyes and asked Fred to provide obstacles and then give me target numbers. I really concentrated on the first bullet and the target number Fred gave me. I knew where it was so I moved my hand to aim there. I then opened my eyes to see the obstacles to my firing path. Fred had put a small tree about 6" in diameter in my path. I concentrated on the bullet and sent it on its way; I also adjusted. “Just get on with it. I’m keeping Jenny waiting, and I don’t want her to go off the boil.” There was no danger of that. I pulled him down beside me end reached for his penis. It didn’t need my mouth, but I wanted to taste him, to see if I could find an extra few centimetres he didn’t even know he had. I took my time, sensing from the sounds he was making that I was getting something right. Eventually, I felt a firm hand on my head, a signal that Alec was getting closer than he wanted to be at. Then he handed her the joint and presumably passed the bottle to the girl. A minute later she passed it back to the boy. Susan, having been warmed by two stout drinks in our room and a long pull at whatever was in the sack, plus two or three drags on the joint was obviously in a playful mood, because she began telling the kids about a similar experience she had had when she was a high school sophomore, barely fifteen, in a small town just like this one. The three had another drink, and another.