She tried to get information out of her brother without tipping her hand, which was not easy."So, when's Jack coming over?" Taylor asked as nonchalant...y as she could."I don't know," Tommy replied."What's he doing, anyway? Why doesn't he come over anymore?" What are you talking about? He hasn't been here for a couple days. What do you mean, he doesn't come over anymore?" Nothing! I was just curious, that's all." Well that's like the fourth time you've asked me since yesterday. Don't tell me you. We take the Florida Turnpike up to I-75, and keep going until we get just past Macon, then head a bit northwest up into the Georgia hills. Trust me, you are going to love this!”“I hope so, considering the cost!”“Worth every penny!”After Barbara filed for divorce, Georgia had invited her to the spa, Mountain Narrows, she went to every few months. Barbara needed a break, away from her asshole husband and obnoxious teens and job and everything else. She needed to get away and have some fun. She. We trotted off for a brief skinny-dip in the ocean, but when we returned to our spot, we found the police waiting for us.The two officers were clearly not amused as they greeted us with two blankets that they quickly fastened around us. One officer gathered our belongings as we were led away in the little sand patrol “police buggy”. We knew why we were being taken away and no explanation was needed.“I suppose the two of you think that little stunt was funny,” one of the officers said to us.“Not. He got up and brushed himself off and stood there, hands shaking, looking at the tractor. It had fallen onto its left side, and the big right wheel spun slowly in the air. “Well,” he thought, “that was close. I guess I’ll have to walk home and see if I can find someone to help me right this thing.” He walked over to the fallen tractor and reaching under the hood, felt around for the fuel shut-off valve. “I don’t know why I’m doing this,” he thought. “Diesel fuel isn’t going to go up like.