She had decided to get her foreign language requirement finished first. Being Canadian, although not from Quebec, she could already speak some French ...nd thought it would make for an easy time, allowing her more time for her serious studies.She had been right, and wrong. She had no difficulties with the course. Her basic grounding in the language allowed her to easily keep ahead of the class. It was the TEACHER who was giving her sleepless nights.Not that she was alone in that, she was quite. No conflict occurred though, and we completed our school and practice for the day with little trouble. Most of the teachers had figured out that we were studying hard every day, and the almost constant quizzes and tests had finally ceased. Most of the other students had openly relaxed when the pressure was removed; my friends and I just studied harder.At the same time we had gotten far enough ahead that no one was worried about homework when we met in the parking lot after practice. Jessica was. I recognized the label as from a hillside near St. George." Oh! You're a Queenslander! I'm afraid I didn't catch your name." Patrick Hollister. My pleasure. And you?" Mireille Colbert." She put out a long white hand with dark red nails. It was faintly moist when I took it."Well, Mrs. Colbert..." Mirry." Mirry. I'm not from Queensland. My father was born there, but I'm from Perth." Oh. Do you know Winnie well?" She's been a friend of the family for ... uh ... decades." Very tactful, Patrick.". One, to lower his portable welder down out of the truck bed. And two, to hide everything he throws up in the bed with his big welder.I have often fantasized about being tied up in that truck bed, and this weekend, I could more than fantasize. Both of Ron’s welders were somewhere up on the fourth or fifth floor of the factory building. The bed between the big toolboxes was empty. And in many strategic spots on the floor and on the side walls there were recessed, hinged D-rings that Ron normally.