Who’d have thought a bunch of laborers could get the best of a merchant like Ferguson? Did you read that agreement in yesterday’s newspaper? He ga...e in to every demand those workers made. I tell you, that Cyning boy twisted the screws on a fellow who talks all the time about going to Buxton House.”“That’s as may be. Ferguson sure sounded happy in the interview he did. He seemed to think he’d won some fantastic victory. We aren’t on the inside of this. All you’re doing is making something up out. Myself, well I yanked that hem up, showed a flash of panty and climbed aboard and then laughed as my young backseat cohort tried to get in. Finally, I suggested that she either show her mom’s date what she was wearing beneath the dress or he could turn his head, take their pick, but I was ready to go. The man turned away and the young girl hopped in. Her mother had no problem getting into the front seat – pants are that way. Darn pants anyway, as I hate them, but wear them a lot. It’s a. So began my first date with Miss A. The manager of the restaurant came and apologized for the corner seat. It was almost dusky; the light from a dusty chandelier swaying in the middle of ceiling was throwing many small, dancing rainbows on her hair. In the fading light, her red dress looked wet black. A waiter brought two candle sticks. We ordered, we ate, we talked, we walked by the park and we departed.Walking back to my apartment, I thought about my surreal date. I also thought about the. By the time, Seth and I had finished our first beers Jay was almost done with his third. I got us more beer. When I handed Jay his beer he said, “Thank you,” and then started to cry softly. Seth and I both put our arms around him and let him know that whatever had happened he was still the person we had known before Spring Break. Seth asked if he should leave, and Jay shook his head no. Finally, he stopped crying and looked at me. “Remember what I told you about Janice and Drew?” I nodded..