"Well, there he is. Good to see you again, Marcus. Have a seat. You know Dick, of course."Hunter and I had never met before, but one does not correct ... senior vice president. "Good to see you too, sir. Again. Hi Dick." I sat down and put the closed folio in my lap.Hunter leaned back in his oversized executive chair. "Dick and I here have been chatting about the status of projects in his department. You up to speed?" No sir. I don't have that kind of responsibility any more." Shit. Keep your. It was too much for her. Just too much. She couldn’t keep anything in now. Tears welled up in her eyes and butterflies danced in her heart. She giggled hysterically, cried like a child and her face was a three-way tug-of-war between confusion, terror and utter untainted joy. She was back. She was free. She WAS. And it scared the shit out of her. She stayed in bed, fearing to stand up, not knowing if there was anyone around her to help her if she fell. Instead she studied the sparse room. Four. ‘Yes dad it’s me.’ she yelled back. ‘Come into the Den, please. we have company.’ dad said. She went into the Den to find dad and Ben sitting talking. ‘Ben’s been waiting for you to come home.’ her dad said. ‘I needed to talk to you if that’s okay with you Miss Sellers.’ Ben said. She nodded head yes. They walk outside to the porch. Sitting on the swing, ‘What did you want to talk with me about?’ she ask. ‘Katie I wanted to invite you to my house for dinner tonight.’ he said. She got up and. Keep in mind the charger is about the size of a marine battery and has a picture of an upside down cow on fire on the cover.Time stood still.The first thing I notice is my pecker trying to climb up the front side of my body. My ears curled downwards and I could feel the lawnmower ignition firing in the backside of my brain. Every time that Briggs & Stratton rolled over, I could feel the spark in my head. I was literally at one with the engine.It seems as though the fence charger and the piece.