He laughed and said “any girl wearing that vest is a real biker’s whore”.Again, I went out of town on a business trip but I decided to come back...two days early. As I planned I drove past the biker bar, it was packed. Sure enough, her car was parked outside. I drove home changed and came back wearing dark glasses and a hoodie as a disguise. I sat in a dark corner of the bar and that’s when I saw her. There was my lovely house-mouse wife swallowing down a beer with her new biker lover, Butch. She. We had cleared all three when we claimed the valley but both the other two were dusty now. Since power was hydro-electric, we had powered both of them when we left the grid. Moving would be pretty easyWe decided to move to it. Dad and I had been tempted before because it had the best barn and other facilities. It took a day to move our things. Dad took one master bedroom and I motioned for Pat to take the other which gave her a private bathroom. She didn't argue much and quit totally when Dad. It’ll take you anywhere you want to go or any time period. The onboard computer will tell you about itself, and show you what to do.’ Jake finished with me and turned back to Alpha. ‘I haven’t finished your body yet Alpha, but when I do I’ll bring it by for you.’ Jake said. ‘Ok I’ll be waiting for it.’ Alpha replied. ‘You ready to go.’ Jake said to me. ‘Sure, let’s go.’ I told him. ‘I’ll stay with you until you get the hang of it, computer take us to Japan, March 1st 1996.’ Jake said. . But there I was, gently moving a stray strand of lovely hair from Carol's model-pretty face while I listened intently to her discourse.Earlier, I wrote about how my Uncle Mike had taken pity (disgust?) on me and decided to impart his crooked wisdom of life to me. Up to that moment, I wasn't sure I wanted to hear anything he had to say: with a string of divorces and firings, his life has been a decidedly mixed performance.", but Jack, my boy," he would say, "the measure of a man isn't how far or.