"I'm blond. Do I remind you of Nancy?" I confess that the things we do are very similar to the things I dreamed about doing with her," he admitted."I ...am so going to fuck you blind tonight," she said, grinning."How about you go with me to Boston? We can take the bus and camp out along the way. I've never been fucked blind in my camper." What camper?" she asked."You've never been in the garage," he said. "For the trip to Chicago I rented a car, but I own a VW camper van. Has a bed in it and. His wife makes a big pot of thirty liters of soup for future Go-playing thirsties.Appie's wife doesn't play our game. She wisely disappears. Appie hosts us five from Amsterdam and 'locals'.Appie asks his 'locals' to bring boards and boxes with stones for his permanent tournament to stay warm...Appie's formula is simple: all play all, as often as they like, sip tea, drinking beer, brew; eat bread & cheese.Appie's house has two rooms: One is heated by a stove and our mental burning powers --. Unfortunately they were the cornerstone of a small tower of clutter, which tumbled to the floor unnoticed. He was expertly focused in on the words scrawled across the big brown box that the mover was currently toting up the driveway: Sabrina-Toys. Damn. He hated children. The neighbor two houses down to the left had a whole gang of brats that were always competing to be the best prankster. Putting food dye in their parent’s shower head or leaving live snakes in peoples cars were some of their. . . at the end of the hall. I did my best to act cool and casual about it all. After a few weeks, I could see them opening up towards me. It didn't take long before they started acting like a bunch of young girls living in a dorm. The doors started staying open. Girls began wandered the halls half-dressed, giggling and gossiping. It was hard sometimes to keep my composure and keep my eyes where they belonged. Eventually we all started to joke about the.