Is brit gonna be here?" "Yes, She's back there getting dressed." Damn Zach, You lucky bastard!" Yea, I know.. come'on, Let go get high".he said pullin... out some weed. "Right behind you," I said pulling out my wooden pipe, "Nice Squirrel" Zach said grabbing the pipe. "I Like it! How much do you want for it?" Give me 30 in weed and It's yours," "tomorrow Squirrel, and I shall take this with pride" I started to pack the bowl, that's where you start putting the weed into the bowl and backing it. How much did he ask for that house?” I skimped through the one-page flier handed to us at the end of our visit. No price was listed. “Don’t remember. A lot, probably.” Dick said, thoughtfully.I tried again but couldn’t recall any price being mentioned.“Could be a good place to raise a family.” I said, imagining myself cooking in the spacious kitchen, our future kids playing in the yard. For some reason the thought of kids made me slightly horny. I uncrossed my legs, stole a glance at Dick. He. He went three blocks and parked it behind a Kwik Stop, where Betty was waiting for him. She took him to the cabin and he gave her the three thousand dollars to give to Ted for his time, trouble and help.Meanwhile, Ted walked out of the house and into the arms of a very unhappy news crew."Who are you?" asked the interviewer."I'm Ted Richardson." he said."But we just talked to Ted Richardson," said the confused reporter."No, you just talked to Bob Winkle. You folks have a nice day. I gotta run. I. At least having Ken carry a gun would provide some measure of security that was currently lacking. It angered her that William was considered too young to get a carry permit. Her son had more discipline than most police officers.Returning to a subject that they had discussed almost every day of her visit, she said, "I'm going to find a body guard for you." You don't need to do that," said William."I need to do that for my own peace of mind," answered Ling. It wouldn't matter if she were ninety.