I bet he is really good at smoking sausage."I was amazed that no one picked up on the pun. Logan continued to glare at me for the rest of supper. Afte... we were done, Doug told me to go ahead to the shop and help Logan and he was going to visit with his sister for a while. I really had no excuse not to go out to the shop and indulge Logan in whatever he had planned. So, I proceeded out there. When I entered the shop, Lance was performing rapid push ups with Logan standing just below Lance's. Bob is a huge guy. More than 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, hairy like a monkey on his body but bald head. He's got a long mustache that makes him look like an angry walrus. "You don't have to do this" I whisper to Betty but she is up to it."Well, alright, but I want her to watch" he says and points at me. "Fine with me" Betty says and I am too confused by the situation to say anything. I just follow them upstairs into Bob's room.Bob’s bed room is dominated by a huge wooden bed. The wall is. "Well uh, hi Joey. It's nice to meet you," Amanda said.And without another word, she untied her hockey pants. She pulled the tie off and then she unsnapped the belt. As she unsnapped the belt, her hockey pants loosened."Whoah, wait. Let me get my stuff and get out of here," I finally said."Well, that's okay. I'm gonna just get out of this sweaty stuff," Amanda said.As I leaned over to grab my stuff, I realized my pants were on the bench, my shoes were on the floor, and my hockey bag was laying. He hadn't seen Allie for more than a minute or two at a time."So you thought being a little shit would encourage me to seek you out to spend time together," he asked. He hoped his voice was light because he was trying to make a joke."I saw Rebecca get on your case and you'd snap back," she said. "Then she would at least get 20 or 30 minutes to talk to you. I guess my twisted logic figured if I pushed you a little we might get to do the same thing. Instead you just threw up your hands and walked.