" Ah, okay," Bill said, as he started shuffling where he stood.Then, as if it was a brand new thought, she added, "How 'bout you Moll? Want to come by...me and watch it??I hadn't expected this and was confused; the liquor couldn't have been helping."I guess -- I don't know -- well --"She smiled at my fluster, and I couldn't help but to be drawn in by that smile."C'mon Moll. We can finish this bottle of wine. Hell, you can stay over tonight, why don't you? You don't have any work tomorrow, do. I couldn’t imagine how much power this plow would require to pull it.The second piece of equipment, I recognized as a disk harrow. It was a ten-foot-wide model and again it would require a lot of power to pull it.“Impressive, isn’t it?” Bartley asked from behind me.“Yes, it is, and this runs on gasoline?” I asked.“Actually, no, it runs on compressed gas like the street lights use, rather than liquid gasoline,” he told me indicating the difference.“Compressed gas?” I asked not. Now get out. What had started out as a lot of fun quickly went down the toilet. She started putting on her clothes but John grabbed her by the arm and pushed her out the door. He told her she could dress outside. About a week went by and I was getting out of class and walking down the hall going to my car in the parking lot. Shelly walked up to me and told me she was sorry about bailing the other night. I told her it was her choice that I didn't hold it against her. She said that John. And there was a girl about Natalie's ageseated in the back, whom I assumed was the maid-of-honor I'd heard wasvisiting from out of town for the weekend.Natalie made the introductions as I slid into the back seat beside her."Sandra, this is Christine - she's my best friend from when I was growingup back in Pittsburgh."Christine and I exchanged greetings as I buckled up. She was only wearingjeans, so that was the first indication that I'd overdone it. I began tofeel nervous!"And, this is my mom.