As she neared the end of the cut, he put a hand on her shoulder. “Let me finish it. The saw may bind toward the last and sometimes you have to jerk ...ard to get it clear. It might be damaged if the tree kicks back with the saw still in the cut.”“Okay,” she said, stepping back.Without his having to ask, she again took up the job of tightening the wedges as if she had been doing it all her life.When the first faint pops started, Morales jerked the saw free and they moved out of the way. “Your back. ” ‘Most of the year, I guess,’ I responded. The conversation reached an awkward pause, and we finished our drinks and ordered a second round. Once that was out of the way, our conversation flowed pretty naturally. We talked about work, a little about our backgrounds, some music and even a little sports. We watched the couples come into the bar, and made up stories about them—the older man with his younger girlfriend, the guy who furtively checked out every other woman in the bar and ignored his. One hour? That was all she was giving me? “Seven?” I hissed in fury. “I will piss in your hair as well, how will you like that? One hour is all your Lisa is worth, all I am worth?” Her eyes looked scared but she was determined. “Not my hair!” For answer I took her chin, turned her face to me and pulled her jaw down, for a moment she clamped her mouth shut again, then with a resigned sigh let her mouth fall open. She made no move to assist and my tip scraped against her motionless teeth, I. That was her word. A few days later I went to see her. We talked about what I wanted to do which included having meetings for those living in the small community in an effort to enlist their support. She said she would happily attend any meetings, take notes of the proceedings, and make them available for me to use. I thanked her as I was preparing to get up and leave, when from out of nowhere, she asked me if I enjoyed sex. A bit taken aback (and not thinking of my wife) I just stammered.