Want more per gallon, get a goddamn Honda. It's not like he really had any use for a truck. The only time the bed of the truck was actually used were ...he nights he stayed too late at the bar with his buddies and wound up needing a place to stretch out and sleep it off. And for that purpose the only load he carried around in the bed was a skanky old mattress, gone stanky with mildew from all the times he'd slept under the stars. When the only stars were behind his eyelids 'cause it was pissing. He was now nice and close to her and as she bent over to get in, noticed the outline of her panties through her leggings. Suddenly everything was sexual and he didn't seem to know where to look."You're quiet," Beth said to him after a half hour or so of more driving."Huh?" he asked, looking up from his book."I said 'you're quiet'", Beth laughed."Well I was reading, what would you expect?" he said, poking her in the ribs with his finger."Hey, she said, poking him back." A brief sibling war. .."I need to know what happened to Michael" Valerie spoke heatedly into the speakerphone.Almost the instant Michael left her office Valerie was dialing up Aunt Millie's cell, she had to know the whole story."Valerie, calm down tell me what's going on." Millie said, surprised at Val's obvious agitation."Something or someone really hurt Michael and I need to know what it was, I know that you and Uncle Ian have been keeping tabs on Michael for years now please just tell me what happened.". George sat down to take off his boots.“Why did you do that?” she asked. He made a shushing motion with his fingers to his lips. Stripped, he took his pajamas into the sleeping bag with him. She got into her bag. It was chilly.George leaned over so his head was near hers. “Anything you say in a normal tone of voice can be heard,” he whispered. “And anyone walking south of the tent can see a shadow of us on the tent walls.”“That’s why you dumped the cots?” she whispered back.He nodded. “Anyway, I.