It was a dream journey, again. We drove along the country road in America. I saw wide grassy plains which gave way to rolling hills. Some of these were shaped like breasts! Round grassy mounds. Inviting.We finally came to our destination. The party house. A cool fifties single story open plan house with big windows. The girls were there. One or two was for me. I had history with one. In the garden was a series of stalls. Here was food, drink and varied games. I fancied my chances on the shooting gallery. But first I would drink. Lots of beer and catch up with the girl. Was she called Penny? But her friend was nice too. I'd have them both. After all, it was my dream.
