Shirley watched through the kitchen window as the boy hopped into the truck and backed out of the driveway back to the ranch that was about a 10 minut... drive. She took a quick look over to the stag who had immediately stopped working and was tugging on his leash that was secured against an old oak tree. Shirley cursed at herself for naively believing what the boy said and took another sip of her coffee as she rationalized her gullibility.A few minutes past as Shirley flipped through the. One of the boys who has been dating one of her best friends, Rachel, for years is even guilty of this. Even though she complains about this like it is a bad thing, she never puts a stop to it and even seems a little proud of it. Despite all this, I don't think my sister is a slut. At least when I am around, she is a very caring and sympathetic person who is willing to look past people's shortcomings. She also claims she refuses to date until she enters college because she believes relationships. I had to admit my curiosity was aroused but I would wait for her to invite me to look.I grabbed some more of those huge pork chops out of the freezer and put them on the counter to thaw. While they were doing that, I peeled potatoes and made stuffing to put in the pork chops when I baked them. I had just finished the stuffing when I heard a loud motor coming up the hill from the road.I grabbed the pistol and stuffed it in my belt and went out to the front porch. I didn't know who was coming up. Jefferson turns cow-eyed.A choir of angels enter and get to work. Sure wish I knew what they weredoing. Mr. Jefferson's chanting takes on a heartbreaking pleading note, "Ipromised, I promised, I promised." His dripping face turns white with effort.Mystified by his behavior we decide he's busy with something else. The scaleneedle registers its maximum weight of three hundred pounds. Straining, threeof us lift Mr. Pokey off so we can slide the now useless scale away fromthe experiment. Like a.