’ The man said. ‘What kind of car is that?’ He asked the man. ‘Honda roadster, 1966 model. Cute little car but one cylinder won’t fire.’ R...nnie looked in at the engine, it had four carbs, tiny little things. He spotted the piece of gasket sticking out the side of one of them instantly. ‘It might be leaking air right there.’ He told the man. ‘Well, I’ll be damned! I bet that’s it, thanks!’ He said. Ronnie went on up to the house and around the back. That was when he saw the rest of the lawn, it. I'm going to need something rugged to work in." It felt funny thinking of it as my 'work'."I called Mr. Morton first thing this morning." She said. "I decided not to beat around the bush. I told him you needed a super-hero costume; a real one. He was quiet for a very long time. Then he asked if you wanted a cape with it. I told him that was for the fictional characters; that we were talking about the real thing. I told him that this was extremely confidential. He was offended. He told me that. “Interesting,” I replied. “I also remember you said that it would take a lot more than beating your grade in class to, how did you put it, ‘get that’. Just what would I have to do?”“Is that your lame way of asking me to go to bed with you? Seriously? You can’t even be bothered to come up with something stupid like ‘That dress looks nice on you but would look better on the floor next to my bed’?” she said, laughing. “As if I was going to answer THAT question. If you’re as smart as you think you. Laura had always admired Katie’s confidence, how she carried herself. She would have never had the nerve to dress like her friend, to much leg and cleavage on display her mother had said. A sharp tug on hand brought her back into reality. It was Katie, she was smiling, nodding her head towards a group of guys sat at a booth, who were clearly staring back. “Come on” Katie whispered in her ear, heading towards them.The first few times Laura wondered if it was an accident but when she felt the.