" he said. "It's perfectly legal. It's clean. Clear paper trail. It just wasn't what some of our clients wanted after they tried it." So ... a dollar....." I'll have our attorney send your attorney the paper work. You owe me a dollar." I may have myself up for a psychiatric evaluation, but, okay. Done." Look, Dan," Anders said. "You guys try it out. If you decide it's too much to operate, trade it on what you want. Until then...Wally stuck his head in the open door, shoving cold drinks at us.I. She saw it first and ran to the edge, dipping her toes."Oh, it's cold!" she squealed.I walked to the bank and looked it over, thinking it needed a good cleaning. Some memories popped into my mind and I shook my head to clear my eyes of the tears."What's wrong?" Sammi asked, touching my shoulder."Nothing," I replied. "Let's get it cleaned up and swim a little."We took the fallen branches away and spread our blanket near the water. We waded in holding hands and cleared some of the winter debris. There, a few feet in front of me, I saw my mother lying under the old man, her legs were spread out to her side with her feet dancing in the air, the soft pale flesh of her belly and breasts quivered as she received his thrusts. My neighbor’s head was hung down towards her breasts as I watched his body mashing into my mom. The sounds she was making were indelibly burned into my memory as I stood there motionless, surveying this torrid scene. I watched him push himself into her once, twice,. The gunfire doubly alerted him to our presence, and the red ball of the flare marked our position clearly. He waved and hauled the wheel around to point the nose at the bank were we were anxiously waiting.Then he saw the flare wasn’t gaining any altitude and he apparently also noticed it was dead on target for his patrol craft. He watched as the flare zoomed closer and closer. At the last second, he dove for the bottom of the wheelhouse to avoid being struck. The flare cleared the boat house by.