BANG... 'The chicken wire baffle sounded a tinny rattle from the otherwise straight-through exhaust.I don't know why we put those things in the pipes ...n those days. I think it may have been the law banning loud exhausts. It never made any difference to the volume, as I recall.I reached the bottom of the hill and still the damned thing hadn't sprung to life. Not that it cracked the bubble of euphoria in which I floated. A bus failing to take the corner and depositing glass and passengers in an. And to think. There was nothing else. He again felt thefirst faint signs that he would have to pee. He easily pushed it to theback of his mind and half forgot about it. His control was normalagain, completely. Could he hold it for an hour now? He doubted it.Tomorrow he would be conservative with his hold-back estimate in hisspreadsheet again.She finished fastening her dress, then went to find a pair of shoes.She started to put one pair on, then she stopped and kicked them offagain. . He shambled and unbuttoned his tight jeans, and threw off his shirt and underthings in seconds. His eyes had been closed the entire time, and he was loving this. "You're so God Damn wide," she said, talking about his chest, but also his dick. "You wear those jeans and tee shirts, lounging around at home, keeping that barrel chest all to yourself. You're so naughty, just hiding those thighs and defined calves. What's your end game here?" she said commandingly, but with humor. They were both. She stops, and clamps hands over her mouth, as though she's just spilled an important secret, which she hasn't, which gets me laughing. The other girls file out, shaking their collective heads at us crazy geeky goths. "We'll tie her up," I say again when we're alone. "We've got all weekend to play." Just no more tying me." Protests Jessica , rubbing her wrists. "You do it too tight, Anna" Come on." I tease playfully, hugging her as we walk side by side out to the sports field. "It has to be.