NASH, THAT WOULD BE SUPER. I NEED THE MONEY. YOU SEE I'MHOPING TO GO TO NEW YORK THIS SUMMER WITH MY OLDER brother AND I NEED SOMENEW CLOTHES." "GOO..., COME TOMORROW,"PAUL SAID. HIS WIFE APPROACHED HIM. "I'VE TAKEN CAREOF HIM, HONEY." THEY CLOSED THE DOOR. "PAUL, WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?" SHIRLEY ASKED.THERE WAS NOBODY TO SEE BUT THE DEPARTING PAPERBOY ON HIS BIKE. UNDER HISBREATH PAUL SAID,"WHAT A LUCKY BIKE SEAT!" ....HE READ THE PAPER AND HIS WIFE FINISHED PACKING. PAUL THROUGHT THE. Blond hair, 5"8, skinny with a cute little ass when she wore jean shorts. We hit it off right away and exchanged numbers for "studying". I, of course, had other things on my mind. We met on-campus a few days later for a coffee, and she started unloading her personal past on me. The reason she transferred was because she broke up with her boyfriend, he lost his mind and she ran away. That prompted me to start looking over my shoulder - and hers. What I gathered from the conversation was she. Instantly divining that she was a prisoner, she turned hurriedly 'round to watch our movements, but she was too late! With a quickness learned on the football field, I was onto her and pinned her arms to her sides in a grip that she could not break out of, despite her frantic struggles. "Let me go! Let me go, Mr. Jack!" she screamed. I simply chuckled as I knew I had her safe now! I had to exert all my strength and skill, for she was extraordinarily strong and her furious rage added to her. Miraculously, despite a fifteen minute journey filled with constant and distracting laughter, we make it to the graveyard before Agnes has disappeared down into her new resting place, but only just. Ruth bolts out of the car and runs toward her family already gathered at the graveside, her shout of thanks carries to me in the light gust of wind that has reappeared. I walk to the edge of the crowd sprawled out, huddled in small groups respectfully balancing between graves, new and old. Too far.