Splash a little watered down rusty red paint on the sidewalk.5. Leave a note on your door that reads:"Bubba,Bertha, Duke, Slim, & I went for more ammo...and beer. Be back in an hour. Don't mess with the pit bulls; they attacked the mailman this morning and messed him up bad. I don't think Killer took part, but it was hard to tell from all the blood.Anyway, I locked all four of 'em in the house.Better wait outside. Be right back.Cooter"These are compliments of Larry--A farmer had 3 lovely. She would sail on a semi weekly circuit to restock and let peons ashore -- briefly or permanently as warranted. The upper echelon owners would helicopter off if they needed to be somewhere mid-cruise.Seemingly against his better judgment, Hoag had accepted the offer. His missing lower left leg had booted him from the reserves, so he didn’t feel he was shirking. Nope, but his reservations had proved entirely justified, and the Summer Paradise became a bitch, moan, and complain hell.He learned. The lad (I’ll call him Winston) offered Tree a chair, she refused and gestured that she was going to the ladies and as usual when in packs, her friends followed.While they were gone one of the guys emptied a sachet of something into a few of the girls drinks while the other removed a chair from around the table, a bit like musical chairs and on their return it was Teresa who was left standing looking bemused until her dance partner slapped his thighs in offer of a seat.Her friends cheered her. A smile crossed his face as he asked, “Is that why you took the bikini off?” Kara looked up and offered in mock protest, “It was too wet to wear, but I did put the shirt on.” “Yeah, but somehow a few of the buttons worked themselves loose.” Bill looked deliberately at Kara's exposed cleavage. “So I like being a little bad. I don't see you complaining.” Kara was once again grinning. Bill put his hand on Kara's thigh. He drew the next word out. “Nooo, actually I like it when you're being bad.”.