Arriving at their destination that afternoon, Jan Fielding and her daughters were quite thrilled with Pine Ridge. It was a large condominium-style resort area built on a pine-covered hillside on the shore of Weewona Lake. It was composed of individual cottages, each with their own private patios. There was an eighteen-hole golf course, tennis courts, swimming pool, riding stables and a large recreation building that offered a variety of group activities during the afternoons and evenings.

Across the street from the recreation hall was a general store of super-market size, a post office, several boutiques and shops, as well as a scattering of service stations, one even offering an automatic car wash.

"Gee," Linda smiled as they drove around the area, looking for their cottage. "This place has everything."

"Even handsome young men," her mother laughed as they passed a group of well-tanned bays on their bikes.

"I know," Linda giggled. "I've been watching." When they finally located their cottage, they quickly began getting the luggage out of the car. Being a very practical woman, Jan had brought enough things for a two-year safari. The three of them were struggling to get the heavy bags out of the car when a man sauntered up to them from the cottage next door.

"I guess you're our new neighbors," he smiled. "May I help you with your luggage?"

"Oh, thank you," Jan said. "My husband packed the car and I didn't realize these bags were so heavy."

"I'm David Cromwell," the man said in a deep resonant voice. "I'm staying next door with my son."

"How do you do, Mr. Cromwell," Jan smiled, extending her hand. "I'm Mrs. Fielding, and these are my daughters, Linda and Bonnie."

When the introductions were completed, David Cromwell began carrying the luggage into the house.