Oh now vesta, dear, get your mind out of the gutter and contemplate only upon higher things.
For the record, using your system of calculation, I was conceived in the Black Hills of South Dakota, where the family was vacationing for a whole month one summer, so there's hardly any margin of error on this.
It was about the time they were closing down a no-longer-needed famous tuberclosis hospital.
I saw the empty building with its black windows about the time I was four or five years old; it looked very much like the palace of the Dalai Lama in Lhasa, Tibet, and was even on the edge of a high cliff. I think this was at Hot Springs, but I'm not 100% sure; to me, it looked as if the biggest building possible in the whole world.
And as far as the woman who touched my leg, she was drunk, and it was s-o-o-o-o-o obvious her intentions, a blind man could've seen them.
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no intentions, ever, of messing with the wife of the guy who fixes things around here. No way.