For the parts," I said."That bad?" I'm having Thorolf load it in the lorry. He'll be driving it home, the spare is on the trailer." We don't have a tr...iler," Dal said."We do now," I said. "Umh ... Wendy and I are coming home by boat ... she's always wanted to see New Zealand." That's a great idea," Dal said. "You might consider settling there." I'll mention that to Wendy," I said."When?" Dal asked."When do you suggest?" I wouldn't mention it until the Red Sea," he said."Why that far?" Big. W." as it was affectionately called, took in those kids who had been expelled from other schools and tried to help them get through school and get that all-important diploma as well as teaching them skills they would need for the coming job market. Ruby was a junior there at "G.W." and had been in trouble four or five times already that year. Now, it was getting close to the end of the year and she was, once again, sitting in the principal's office. She had gotten real familiar with the. She thudded her head against the plastic windowpane.There were no bovines back at College. It was dead center in urban blight. She had picked it partly for that reason.And now she was going back… to cows.* * *Her Mom didn’t meet her at the gate.Terri collected three heavy bags and walked out of the terminal. At the taxi stand she picked a large yellow van, the driver congealed in the seat. When he hauled himself up to get her bags the chair rippled and bubbled behind him.In a battered College. Not just any screamer; a loud screamer! While I appreciate and welcome a woman’s verbal feedback when I toy with her pussy, Jill’s squealing was too much. After all, the headboard of the bed was up against the wall I shared with the unit owner next door. I didn’t need someone complaining to the apartment’s management and this threesome being cruelly and unnecessarily interrupted. I quietly motioned to Carol to do something, while I continued to slide my fingers deep into Jill’s slit. I began.