" I said NOW, Miss Bishop, right NOW!" Yes, sir," the clearly flustered woman managed to respond. Her hands moved quickly, grabbing the bottom of the ...hirt and pulling it over her head. She then stepped forward and held out the shirt, making no move whatsoever to cover her nakedness.Roger walked over, grabbed the shirt from her hand and tossed it in the general direction of his gym bag. He then turned back towards the woman who signed his paychecks, lowering his eyes slowly as he looked her. I knew it was a boon for the posteriors of female passengers although males tended to disregard such niceties unless they were afflicted with some sort of lower back problem that prompted softer underpinnings.This part of the transcontinental adventure was in the vicinity of a thousand miles and with an average speed of twenty miles an hour, we should be able to reach our terminus at Council Bluffs all the way back in Iowa just across the Missouri River and the booming, beautiful Omaha,. Turns out one of thehoses got plugged up with dirt. Once I blew the dirt out of it,the engine ran fine."'LYER,' Keith wanted to yell out. He had just made the story upto test out a theory. Tom, or rather this imposter, had failed itmiserably."Why don't we go over these plans now," Trisha told them as Tomand her turned toward the conference table. Keith made a dangersignal to his sister and reached in his backpack."I got a better idea," he said pulling out his gun and pointingit at the two of. She'd locked the car and taken the keys with her. I tried phoning home, but only got the machine." Machine? I thought you said it wasn't a machine." What? I phoned home and the machine answered."Ethel looked unhappy. "Oh?" The answering machine. I didn't leave a message; I was too upset to say anything." Poor dear." Machines answering the phone were beyond her ken, but being too upset to speak was familiar enough."She hasn't been here, then? Sally?" No. Only with you, those few times." Where.