" She took Samantha by the hand. "And that was when Samantha here suggested we try going one better. It was decided that it couldn't hurt to ask." And...am I ever glad they did." Came a voice familiar the world over.The whistling, handclapping and foot stomping began at the sound of Shania Twain's voice and didn't stop for a good five minutes after she appeared on stage dressed exactly like Vikki down to the unbuttoned bolero jacket that gave people an unaccustomed view of the Shania Twain. " You bastard!" You left it behind, after trying to stab me."My shoulders sagged. I let out my breath in a long, slow sigh, Without looking at him, I said, "All right, you win. I'll do as you suggested." You will?"I nodded.He locked the letter opener back inside the top drawer of his desk. "I don't have all day," he declared.In my mind, I lunged at him, burying the silver letter opener deep in his black heart. In reality, I took off my clothes and reclined in his oversize executive's chair, my. In this case, not everything he found was good. There was a hopper wagon, presumably for collecting cut grapes, and a dump wagon, presumably for fertilizer and everything else, and a small Deere tractor to pull them.The previous owners apparently hadn't heard of oil changes, the tractor was a few hundred hours old – and a few hundred hours past-due, with the original break-in oil still in the crankcase, Dan was sure. The axles of the dump wagon squealed, and Dan figured they'd left the wagon in. Clad only in a bikini, her figure was beyond anything I could ever recall seeing – even in artificially posed and computer manipulated magazine photographs. One word escaped under my breath, ‘lovely.’ At this point, I should write that I felt my manhood rise, or words to that effect. If I did, it would be a lie. My sexual appetite was overcome by another sensation. What can I call it? Compassion? I considered myself a hardened agnostic, but in that moment found myself silently crying out to.