"Some of them were impressed, but most of them thought I was crazy working for nothing.After lunch all the mechanics went back to their garages, but I...stayed to borrow a pen and some paper and wrote down my current residential address, with the owners' names and the phone number of the RV park, the details for the garage I was now working in, including the hours. I put a comment, "Afternoons, location unknown. Am hoping to do something educational."The woman asked why I wanted her phone number,. TwoI rode home in the passenger seat of the car in silence. I kept my head down in hopes that no one would recognize me sitting next to my wife, dressed in women’s clothing. The experience of the last few hours was being replayed in my mind like a video in fast forward and I couldn’t stop it. I began to softly cry, trying not to let Kathy notice. She looked over at me, and instead of sympathy, she gave me a scornful glance. ?If you are going to act like a little girl, then I guess I will. “I put gas in ‘er.”“The car or Janey?”Al nearly knocked him over with a fist to the shoulder. “Gotta talk to the Millers.”“I guess that’s my answer.”Al walked towards the main house. Janey emerged from the bunkhouse.“Thank you.”“No problem. He’s a solid bloke.”“I knew that. You didn’t say anything, did you?”“I never said anything to anyone.”“You’re priceless. And you could have kept on nailing me.”“For under two months. And then I’d be back to the College.”“Still ... You’ll be coming back. I goggled at the scars on his chest. He saw where I was looking. "Swordplay, boy. There's always someone faster, someone better. Remember that. Now, what can I do for you? You're not one to bother an old man without a reason."I sat down at the kitchen table with him and gave him the whole sorry story about worrying about money and being led to a big cache, then what happened with the blackmailer."Why do you feel it necessary to unburden yourself to me?"I couldn't string two words together, I.