The engine computer had been deep fried. Or, more like, 'nuked'.Now I wished I'd driven my old F-350 diesel, but I was only down there to look at a da...ry operation to buy and there was no reason to drive it 100 miles each way unless I was hauling or towing something.I checked my cellphone, it worked, apparently, but there was no signal ... common enough in these parts. if a farmer was rich enough he had a sat phone. Otherwise he used used a private cell tower connected to his landline or. ”She’s walking around the house and approaching the back deck. It’s not at all unusual for her to come by after her shift to let me know what, if anything has happened during the day and sit and have a beer and talk for a while. It isn’t romantic or anything. She’s a lesbian and doesn’t make a secret of it. We’re just friends and co-workers.Jessica screamed and tried to get up but I held onto her and ordered her to sit still. Dylan tried to cover himself with his hands. Even in the near dark I. All my sordid family details, even. She's been the inspiration for a couple of my story characters over the years, as well as giving me the seeds for a few of my plots.Mary is someone I trust completely, both to never tell anyone what I've shared with her, and to really listen and give me her honest thoughts without judgment. That doesn't mean she won't tell me what she thinks, even if it's to tell me I'm a fucking idiot on a path to destruction (which she has told me a couple of times, for. One or the other of them would be out when the call came through. They had studiously avoided any talk about their relationship, wanting to wait until they could talk in person.Brenda arrived back in Fairmount after the usual family greeting at the Indianapolis bus terminal. Her brother, Chuck, wasn't back from his freshman year at the University of Southern Indiana in Evansville. He would arrive by car before the weekend. Yes, Chuck now had his own car, earned through summer jobs and his.