I had to agree.On the Par 3 seventh, she hit long and we knew -- even Kim knew from the previous day's practice round -- that there was deep shit back... there past the flagstick. It was almost too much, I knew, to hope for a decent up-and-down from that morass, and the tiny stream that flowed behind the green could spell real trouble.When we found Tess' ball, my heart fell, because it was smack in the water and nearly unplayable. I expected Tess to cuss a blue streak when she saw it, but she. His sense of 'self' was unshakeable.Whatever it was, it seemed genetic. Duke young retained the same level of cognition. Luckily for her, he embraced her efforts instead of resisting, like his father did. She'd made sure their contract included bringing his wife and son for his monthly visits. She didn't really care about the wife, there wasn't anything they could learn there. She'd resisted a tiny bit more than normal, but well within a standard deviation. No, it was the father and son who. She just held it there, not pulling back out for a few seconds. It caught me off guard and I had to catch my breath. Then she stuck it in even further and just kept pushing slowly. It was most of the way in, but it wouldn't go in any further. This time she held it there for a while just pushing gently. I couldn't breathe and had to push her back. I started couching and trying to catch my breath. My eyes were watering a little. I looked around the room and saw that Lana had joined us again. She. The chorus was'otherwise the pen for fifteen.' At a light a man in the car to my left smiled. I couldn't tell if heknew or if he was playing me. Either way it wasn't comfortable. Tenminutes later I turned onto Hubbard Street and began looking for 511.At least I was on the right side of the street I thought as I pass413. After the next light I saw a small building snuggled between twolocal businesses. Slowing down I could see the gold numbers 511almost glowing against the green door. Just above.