Different people told of different events. Then from out of nowhere the pilot from Bolivia appeared.He told the story of me dropping the mortar shells...out the window of his plane onto the drug lord's home. He ended it with, "I was scared shitless, but Sylvia threw those shells out and cursed. She cursed because we didn't have more mortars. I knew then that it would be alright, because nobody as evil as Sylvia was going to die in a simple plane crash. She is destined for some more heroic death.". "Mike, these two boys are going cross country tomorrow using our wagon and oxen to haul some freight. I thought they needed a shotgun or two for protection. What do you think?" You're certainly right. This ain't no country to go messing about. Between the wild animals and wild men, everybody needs protection. What you got in mind?" Well, since neither one is experienced with guns, I figured that shotguns would be best. That way, they don't have to be as accurate and they can reload with shells. Ours was an outlier with two girls, one of whom was Jennifer. No cheerleaders. My newly developing snarky nature kicked in.“Is that an offer? Strip chess? Loser has to perform oral sex on the winner? I could see how my game could improve.”She laughed and said, “That would sure make it interesting, wouldn’t it? Of course, that wouldn’t work at the Chess Club!”“You’re right. The teachers would freak out. And we’d probably get expelled. So I guess I’ll go see Mrs. Toepfer tomorrow.”“Good plan. Are. What is your name and what is your boyfriend's name? I do not have an ulterior motive, but this needs to be personalized," Tommy said."My name is Kacy. My boyfriend's name is Trevor." Awww. Pretty names. Ok, Kacy, I'm guessing B-Cup? Am I wrong?" Correct. Breast man?" Kacey said."Ehhh, kinda. The matching sets are over there," Tommy pointed her in the right direction. "What's your boyfriend into?" My ass," Kacey said."Haha. Blunt. And really helpful. And kind of cute, if I do say so myself.".