She first put on her shirt, then her shorts, then her flip flops. As soon as she was fully dressed, I handed her three $20 bills and a brown paper bag...containing a large sandwich bag containing five joints and two weed brownies. Upon seeing the money, she tried to give me back one of the $20 bills, saying ‘We agreed on $40, not $60.’ ‘Yeah, but we also agreed on an hour and you’ve been here a little over an hour and a half!’ ‘Hey, I stayed because I wanted to, and besides, since you’re going to. "Sit down for a minute. Have some coffee?"The boy allowed himself to be guided to a seat at the kitchen table,still keeping his eyes on the floor. "Uh, no thanks--too hot for it." Oh, silly me," my wife giggled. "How 'bout a coke, hon?"Again came an "uh," followed by "OK. Thanks Mrs. _____." He was dartingglances at my beautiful wife, and his eyes got bigger with every glancehe took."Billy," my wife's voice was not raised, but there was a tone of reproofin it. "What are you supposed to call. "That little thing ... the controls are so easy..." I've never heard of somebody getting a private license in an Extra," I said. "Of course, most people don't do it in a 180, either, but you're doing pretty good with it." Yeah, I still followed her pretty close on landings and take-offs, but she was getting pretty good. Sadly, the law said she had to be sixteen to be an official student so my wife could neither drive nor fly on her own."Show me that 'stall' thing again, honey," she said.Four. I mean ... who is going to go to an auction the worst part of beyond?Everybody.The Warner Super Scarab seven cylinder engine was way down at the bottom of the page ... Mrs. Montgomery's thumb was pointing to it ... sorta. Mrs. Montgomery's thumb was obscuring quite a bit of real estate above the engine and she wasn't letting go ... so I didn't get to read about the airplanes.I got there early ... the place looked like Davis Monthan in 1946, engines and wings and empennage and wheels and.