I, I, I..really need toget back to work, but thanks for the offer of the beer. If I am not tootired, I may take you up on that offer. I am sure neithe... Ann or I knewif he was "straight" or gay. But I suspected that one of us would enjoythe late afternoon maybe even far into the night. Unfortunately, it was8 PM before Earl finally decided to quit working. He was on his waydown stairs to put away his tools and Bobby was following him. He spokeup, and and informed us that he was too tired for that. She didn't like it when Daddy worked Saturdays." I meant between you and me. It surprised me a little." Oh. I wondered if it would. I thought it would be okay to do that, if we're friends like you said. You said we could find out things from each other. I thought it would be all right, and I've been so curious about that French kissing thing. When you read about it, it doesn't sound very appealing. Now that I've done it, I understand what they mean when they talk about kissing setting women on. ” He was whimpering. “So, I will ask you again. Will you do it again?” “No Jackie, I won’t, ever?” The swats continued. He was crying freely now, tears streaming down his face. “Do you find it fun Peter?” *I asked sarcastically, knowing he was crying and squirming and desperately trying to avoid the onslaught. He was crying, and finding it hard to speak. I reckoned he had had enough. “No Jackie. It is really hurting, like never before.” “That’s because I have never thrashed. Thick, dark trunks of trees appeared in her viewfinder, she looked right, then left. There was a trail left by something large, out of control. Undergrowth had been ripped out, shrubs flattened. Fragments of metal, a bumper...The car appeared suddenly, wedged between trees, upright but seriously damaged. Well concealed from the main road above, a position that suited her interests well.Was this the car she was after? The fresh one?She prayed that this was it and that the right circumstances.