Maybe he'd go for a ride, that might help. He hauled it out and tried it out: it was balky and the tires were flat. In a half-frenzy he yanked open dr...wers and ran his hands along shelves everywhere until he came up with a wrench and a can of oil.He wheeled the bike into the bathroom and took it apart, oiling here, tightening there. But when he tried to put it back together, he ended up with two or three pieces left over and now the wheels wouldn't turn at all. He almost threw the bike against. " Doris finished lamely and pouted as though unsure of how to continue."You're dye job looks awful," I said to break the icy silence."Yeah, I know... " her voice trailed off as she looked at her nails. It was the saddest I'd ever heard her sound."Rach?" The tiniest voice imaginable."Yes?" He had a gigantic hard on after I finished talking to him about ya." And?" Well I felt real sorry for him and... " You fucked him?" Naw, I sucked him off." Her lips began to form the slightest smile.I started. Pictures of the nugget and the entire process it took Benjamin Mint to make gold coins from 'scratch.'As she turned each page I presented her with samples of the process displayed in the pictures.A scale model of the 'nugget' ... Very heavy, it was real gold after all.Then a 'blob' of dipper gold from the first melt.Next, an example of slag before the chlorine gas treatment.An example of the platinum and silver 'leftovers' from the SodaAsh settling.A piece of the copper before it was mixed with. I was hungry (hey, gimme a break! I'm a growing boy), but I kept my portions small. I did not want to add digestive problems to the combination of pre-show jitters and uncomfortable nakedness I would be feeling. Our conversation over the food was also light. Dad mentioned the fact that there would be changes to the procedures of the Program Committee at our school, but we wouldn't see much of a difference. I mentioned the HHS DVD and release forms, and that they were on my desk upstairs. We had.