I grabbed it quickly and pressed the same button and it stopped vibrating as intensely.”“Good, I can hear it,” Ken chuckled. “You press that b...tton once to turn it on. Press it several times to turn down the intensity until it stops completely.”I nodded and spent a few moments familiarising myself with it.“Okay, what do I do now?”“Now you tell me what you’re wearing.”“I’m wearing a dress like yesterday.”“That’s good. Are you comfortable?”“I’m sitting on the sofa.”“I want you to pull up your. All Ike's clothes, including his blue jockeys, were arrayed on a nearby bush.I watched Pamela as she stared at Ike and smiled. Then for an awkward moment Pamela and I stood together on the bank each wondering what to do next."God, this feels great," shouted Ike as he struggled to keep his cigarette from getting soaked.Pamela needed no more encouragement. She suddenly yanked her shirttail out of her shorts, undid her belt, and unzipped her pants. I glanced sideways trying to watch without. I think that the atmosphere of fear that we projected lulled me into a false sense of complacency. The problem with fear as a motivator is that some people have nothing to lose. They have no family or friends. They are hungry, or greedy, or stupid, and fear doesn’t have the grip on them that paralyzes other people. Fear is an instinct for self-preservation. I guess the problem is that some people don’t give a fuck if they live or die. I know that I didn’t at the time. Bear and I frequented a. My crew was fidgeting and pacing, waiting to hear from the crew chief that he had made it. Finally, Friday afternoon Gene called to tell me the crew chief had fallen in love with the truck, saying he was going to use it as his personal ride around town. Gene told me that he didn't have the fuel economy numbers yet, but the rebuilding part was definitely cheaper than buying new tractors. "Go get that other piece of junk I have out back so I can clean up the yard. Make this one for the truck.