Out of respect, I would address her as Mrs M and she asked me to call her Casey instead. Evenings were spent with a lot of chit chat from both sides a...d slowly I found out that Casey and I had similar tastes when it came to movies. We loved comedy flicks especially the old ones and mark never liked anything other than sci-fi . one Friday evening , Casey was all excited that the local drive –in was airing a movie which , we had always wanted to watch but mark had other plans . so the talk went. The trooper that responded to the accident report smelled alcohol on the delivery man’s breath. It was strong. The trooper’s report mentioned that he recoiled from the smell. Now this being backwoods Wisconsin in 1955 in most cases the booze would have been winked at, but while killing a local farmer and his wife? Hell, no! The judge had come from a farming family and got his shorts in a knot. The delivery company got fined for eighty thousand dollars and the driver--who was uninjured--had to. .. but, I thought you needed a team?”Ben laughs and my heart flutters, then he says, “Well, we ended up with a rag-tag team of sorts. There’s nothing left here except for cleaning up the mess.”I request, “Ben give me a minute.”I mute the phone, look at Bill and give him the news, “Bill, Ben says they took care of the sex traffickers and all that’s left is cleaning up. Do you think that we could help with that?”Bill smiles and replies, “That’s your call Ms. Summers.”I unmute the phone and tell. She received the greatest amount of applause ever. Everyone in attendance except for the band, waitresses, and bartenders were in total and complete weariness. It took them five minutes to recover before they had the energy to order beers for themselves and mixed drinks for their girl friends."That was the most awesome dancing I ever saw," Natalie praised her as she unzipped her bodysuit from the back. It was so wet Natalie had to peel it off of her like the skinning of a large snake. Erin.