I looked down and saw the tatteredremains of my pants. Thankfully we had a locker room to change in incase we wanted to work out and I remembered see...ng my secretary Jamie inthe workout room. So I snuck into the ladies room and I saw where Jamiehad hung up her work clothes. I carefully snuck around and grabbed theblouse and skirt that were hanging on the locker door and I grabbed thebra and underwear that were laying on the floor and then removed mytattered clothing and threw them in the. " Souvenir of the weekend of self-improvement? What was this one all about, anyhow?" You'll find out soon enough," she said, smiling slyly. She was rummaging through her tote bag. "Ah!" She stood and handed me a small squeeze-bottle labeled as coconut-scented massage oil."Thank you," I said. "We can massage each other and - "Her smile broadened."What?"She sat on the couch, still smiling, and held up one leg. "Boots please, sugar?"I grinned, not knowing why, and fell into the ritual. I tugged. Their lives were quite normal, except for the lack of money, but they got by, and were all in all happy with their lives, until Jack brought the beans to their home...Carla woke with a start. The sun was just barely up, lower than when she usually got up. She lay awake for a moment, wondering what had woken her so early. It wasn't long before she got her answer."WHAT DO YOU MEAN, 'MAGIC BEANS'?" her mother's voice roared from beyond her bedroom door. Carla sighed and got up from her bed and. . across the street.“Miss Flintkote ... my computer tells me I have cap and rotor, points, condenser, plugs and wires and a battery for a 1976 Ford Capri. I don’t know WHY I have ‘em, the Capri being European, but I do. The battery is gonna cost ya an arm and a leg ... but ... if you get ‘em off my shelf ... you can Have the Capri parts.” Then came the killer... “How you fixed for metric tools?”“Fine, thanks for asking.”I walked. That was the most dangerous part of the project ... Tail end of.