Turns out she lived in your neck of the woods.”Garry’s eyes hardened into sharp slits.Jack flipped to another page. “1920. A robbery goes bad an... the robbers take a couple hostage. Later, the robbers are found dead, the hostage were fine, and all the hostages can say is something happened in the dark. Something loud, and crunchy.” He couldn’t help but laugh as he read over the paragraph again. “Cops were pretty perplexed, and it was the 1920s. A lot of them got superstitious about it. Called. Big blue eyes. You get the idea. I have seen her naked a few times, she has perky tits and a neatly trimmed brown bush. Even though I have dreamed of fucking her I never thought it would ever happen. Then one day dad had to go out of town for work and I needed to go catch a plane to see some friends in another state. On the way to the airport my car got a flat and by the time I got it fixed I missed my flight so I drove back home. When I arrived there was a strange car in the driveway. I went. Nothing was fighting against the powerful engine as it spun at 2700 rpm. It was just loud. The plane left the runway with a little thump as the struts extended to the stops. Misty kept it just off the runway to build airspeed; then took her hand off the throttle just long enough to reposition the knob that raised the landing gear. She lifted the nose and the little plane bounded toward the low-lying clouds.The explicative, "Shit!" came through the headphones from at least three sources. Janet. He reminded me of a puppy in the front window of a pet store, wagging his tail and saying, 'pick me.'"What do I win if Maize scores higher?" I asked. I already knew that I was going to accept the bet but I wanted Maize to appreciate what I was doing for him."It's not what you win. It's what you don't have to do. The loser has to dance with Marcy Cochran," Freeman proposed. I didn't remember Marcy Cochran but how bad could it be? I was inclined to accept the bet until something told me to act.