" Mike said in his best Clint Eastwood impersonation. Bri laughed and moved away to stand by the fridge as Mike knelt down and slid under ...he sink, the pipes just above his head. He used a wrench to open the elbow joint and immediately water spilled out over him, soaking his shirt. "Damn!" Mike yelled out. "Shouldn't have opened that joint so damn quick!" "You okay?" Brianna called out as she moved toward him. Mike shifted his focus to look out from under. ”“Did you hear about the big drama of today around Abby Kowalski?” I asked.“Another fight with Chris?” she sighed. “Those are getting old. So, what happened this time?”“It was mostly Chris. Abby doesn’t have the same lunch period he does,” I said. “Anyway, Chris was practically yelling to the whole cafeteria during my lunch period that Abby Kowalski is a twisted freak.”“That’s what the whole breakup was about,” Katie said. “I wonder what she did that he thinks is so freaky.”“No idea,” I. “Spread your legs apart and hold on tightly.” Mr More looked at the caning table. Stepping over to it Mr More bent down and grabbed the sides of the table. As he lay down he kept his legs apart and knew the girls had a first class view of his ball sac. This was even more humiliating for him than going across Emily’s lap. Silence reigned in the room. The girls looked on agog. They had watched girls being spanked in class but never caned. If there were two girls to be caned the one not being. This planned cut into the side of the ridge was to be level and it was nearly straight. I opened up the throttle and moved right along.I arrived at the spot the pipe should cross over the ridge and I could look down into the basin. I knew Ken and Jack would agree this was the best place. I could see the small power dam down below that would be replaced. Satisfied, I turned my machine around and headed back. It was almost time for dinner at home.One of the small trees I had uprooted and pushed.