Or at least, that's what the brochure would tell you...The reality is that Beaver falls is plagued with strange sightings, events and occasional (thou...gh ruthlessly covered up) "disappearances". The lake possesses an almost perpetual dark blue that remains impenetrable no matter how bright the light you shine through it save for a full moon at it's highest peek which is said to reveal even the deepest darkest recess of that place, though none who have laid eye's upon the never freezing lake's. It isn’t fair, is it, Sam?”“Hey Jim,” Sam said, laughing, “The fifties called and they want their swimming trunks back.”Jim looked at Susan.“Do you really want me to wear the other suit?”“Why not?”“You’re sure?”“Stop being such a poopy head and go change,” Susan said. “Sam and I want to see what a man looks like. It’s just been us girls all day long. Not that it hasn’t been fun, but ... tell him, Sam, he just has to go change.”“Susan’s right, Jim. Go put something else on.”“OK, I’ll be right. I never ever told my secret and decided to let the guys keep wondering. Okay back to my story. So far aunty had taught me many things about sex and the last lesson had been amazing really because that was when aunty took my virginity away from me and I discovered the joy and excitement of fucking my dear aunty’s cunt, for me I felt that I had been taught everything about enjoying her. But I was wrong because the next lesson was going to be even more exciting for me. It happened one Saturday. My stomach rumbled all over to Zenellis’s building and up the elevator to the penthouse. Even if the conversation is boring, the view should be spectacular. The receptionist outside a row of mahogany doors greeted me with the same voice I heard on the phone. ‘How can I help you?’ I never would have guessed she was diminutive – never call a woman short – with a button nose. She might be able to pass for a midget, but everything below her oversized breasts was hidden behind the desk so I couldn’t.