”My headmen came up to me again and asked if I could explain what was happening. I said I would try to explain but it may be too much for them to un...derstand. I tried to explain in hunting terms again. “Men, have you ever tracked a wounded animal that went kind of in a circle? You know, round and round in pretty much the same path.” I got some nods so I continued. “Well there is this place in the sky, much like this place here; I mean the whole place, everything you can see and all the rest of. Run it by him and let me know what he says tomorrow, OK?’ ‘Sure thing JJ. See you tomorrow.’ I said as I headed for the door. ‘What the HELL are you thinking Scott?’ My dad yelled when I told what I had in mind. I hadn’t even gotten close to the point of asking about a loan. ‘But Dad…’ He interrupted me. ‘But nothing!’ Dad yelled again. ‘I’ve been saving for years to send you to college and make sure you get a good education. To make sure you’ll be able to earn a decent living. Now you’re. They were narrow straps, braided into a harness. The sturdy leather had been waxed and polished. There were gleaming steel eyelets, buckles, studs and rings — big round ones that connected the straps; well-worn D-rings that suggested limitless applications. Before laying the harness out on the rug, Angique had taken it to her face, inhaling the leather's arousing age-old scent. Then she rubbed it with her thumbs, kissing it, remembering..."How I envy you, Anna," she murmured, letting her eyes. " And she kissed him on the cheek and left.Ned dumped his satchel and headed for the bathroom, footsore he might be but thoughts of Wendy had returned and he felt that a little attention should be paid to the result of those thoughts. He was sitting on the w.c. a few minutes later, his left hand grasping his stiff willie when it suddenly occurred to his what the men had been referring to when they had spoken of being left handed. Ned let out a snort of laughter."What are you doing in there?".