" DAYUMMM, my lipz got instantly wet...so iight I get on my way...drive thru the Holland tunnel only to get thru the fuking tunnel to be re-directed b... some stupid-azz officer BACK into the tunnel headed to Jersey...FUCKKKKKKK!!!! So I called dude and told him that I wouldn't make it by the time we said and we decided to try later...that nite was his last nite in town and he was headed back to VA that nite...so I go home thinking about dem bball shorts all hot and bothered and fukin cussing out. " This got my attention. Mr. Johnson was the gym teacher at Midland Junior High School, which both Sandra and Tamara attended as eighth-graders."What sort of 'bad' ... you mean something inappropriate?" Cynthia and I looked at each other again, and this time her face showed understandable alarm."She says ... Mr. Johnson, well ... she says he's had sex with her, in his office."Well, I don't need to tell you that this was serious business indeed. Tamara Wong was a sweet little fourteen-year-old. Isn't that so?" inquired Mrs. Conroy with a small smile."Indeed. I've gone to several sheriffs' sales. Land is cheap just now, you know, if you have some silver." He gave Anne's father a small smile. "How are things over on the Shore?" Rather confused, sir. People going off in all directions. Many families sundered, absolutely torn apart, even the Tilghmans. Imagine!" Anne's father shook his head. His heavily-veined hands quivered. "There's been some barn burning, I hear. Pitiful, sir,. There were several RV dealerships in Albuquerque so we struck out for there. While my interest was in finding something comfortable that afforded us as much living space as possible, J.D. was back on his kick for a motorhome. Since it was difficult to look at both at the same time, I resigned myself to let him find something first. Since money was no object, my grandfather started looking at high-end motor-homes first. Priced at over three-hundred thousand dollars, I felt they were a little.