And a big generator and what looks like a pump with a tank body. We better get the hell out there and see what's goin' on," Rance said, climbing quick...y back into the truck and handing his father the binoculars.Rance didn't take off at a crazy rate. He was mindful of his father's leg I'm sure, and he drove slowly by steadily in the tracks of the big machines, easily catching them. He began flashing his lights and honking the horn until we could see that the caravan was coming to a stop. Rance. “Fuck! I can’t do this any longer!” she cries.Lewis flinches, panicking that his mother is about to go crazy over the reality of what is happening. But his fears are short lived when she stands up, grabs him by the cock and drags him into his cousin Candace’s room. “Lay the fuck down!” she orders in a husky, wanton voice.Lewis practically jumps onto the bed and onto his back. And before he has even stopped bouncing, Joyce is straddling him. Her face screws up with pleasure when she sinks her. And then sometimes, it was even just to a normal nightclub, where we could dance the night away.I imbibed large quantities of beer, wine, and lesser amounts of hard liquor. I partook of the pleasures of a good Cuban cigar more than once, toked on a blunt or two, maybe more than just two; but kept away from anything else (not so much for fear of legal consequences, but rather out of my own conscience, and fear of being stupid). I got to eat simple hors d'oeuvres like crackers and cheese,. On the third Monday of that summer month several years ago, my wife was up well before dawn and watching for the trash man. When he climbed down outta his truck and opened the lid of our recycling bin to evidently scrutinize the contents, my wife charged outta the front door like she'd been fired from a cannon. She rolled-up on him and unloaded a pent-up, invective-filled tirade that had me wincing from my vantage point on the front porch.The trash man was dumbstruck. Overawed. He actually.