“We delivered the car to the police,” Pip said.“That was earlier this week. Why didn’t you go back home?” Sean asked.“Stomach ache,” Cho... answered. He belched long and loud.“Stomach ache?” Sean asked.“Too much soda,” Pip said.“That’s right. You got paid a hundred bottles of soda,” Sean said. He wondered where they had the soda hidden.At the reminder of how much they had gotten paid, Chom said, “Liam made a real bad deal.”“That’s right. We worked all week on the car and the soda didn’t even last. "Blimey", she moaned, "That's made my knees sore" and adjusted herself to stretch her legs out straight. "Please Janet get off me I am sorry I called you names", I gasped still helplessly pinned under her weight. Still panting from her exertions she laughed, "Poor David, your 15 stone, fat pig, cousin is sitting on you and hurting you and you can't do anything to stop me. I am going to rest and bounce on you another 50 times, you know you like it really it makes your willy go stiff". Soon she. " Ok, got it. I'll be right back." He was gone for a bit, followed by chopping noises. Chopping noises? What the hell? I found the modem and started troubleshooting.In a few minutes Bob came back with a couple huge glasses full of ice, some chopped fruit and a dark burgundy liquid in it."Ok, I'm not much of a wine person, but I'm pretty sure you don't serve wine on ice with a fruit salad in it." Very observant Lisa! This is Sangria. I thought it might be more to your liking."I took a sip and it. He looked up to see her standing in the doorway. "Oh, hey Ms. Reynolds. I guess you heard, huh?"Sandra stepped into the room and walked toward the couch. "Yes, and for what it's worth, I think she's making yet another big mistake. She's never known when she had it good."Wearing a half-hearted smile, he stood up. "Thanks. Well, I guess I'll see you around - at the store at least."To break the uncomfortable silence that followed, Sandra asked, "So what is the protest about, anyway?" The strip.