“You just might get your wish. Guess who just got married, and is now living right here in Tampa?”“You’ve got to be fuck’n shit’n me!” C...uck eagerly sat beside his brother in the small apartment living room.“Watch this, I recorded it last night!” Arnie grinned, touching the play button.“And now we end our newscast on a lighter note with our number one local news story of last year. WZAX TV’s very own Claudia Lockhart was married here in Tampa, on Christmas Eve day to noted mystery murder. Umh ... what are you doing here?” said the designated asshole.“Breaking up with a worthless piece of shit.” Angie shifted targets, “Hello Dot. Got your hooks in ‘im, I see.”Dot was dressed as a New York tenement corner tap ... or beer hall ... waitress. Low cut blouse with a flouncy skirt and button boots. She carried off the low cut extremely well. Plush is the word ... very plush. Bouncy plush.“Hi, Angie ... love your outfit,” said Dot, in an attempt to defuse a tense moment.She gave a. Jessica just wasn’t my type. Not a lot of girls were. I hadn’t ever had a girlfriend, and no one knew it except Adam. I felt bad though, seeing as how Jessica was pretty cute and she liked me a lot. I itched my neck and looked down.“Well.. .I dunno. I kind of planned to hang out and play some video games with my bud here.” I put Adam in a headlock and gave him a noogie playfully. Jessica’s face fell, and she turned to walk away. “I’m sorry, Jess!” I gave her a side hug before she walked. Once I was sure the windmills worked, I brought a small pump to the island and power washed the bird crap off the walls, inside and out. I laid a plastic tarp inside the walls to collect the nasty water and pumped it out. Since the interior is eight meters square, I still have a good-sized area to set up my camp, even with the windmills spinning along the edges. I renewed the tar that the power washer had blasted off the outside of the walls. The new coat of tar even keeps the annoying crabs.