Nick had known him for almost ten years. If anyone knew about the local biker scene, it was Terry. Nick pounded on the door for almost ten minutes bef...re Terry finally opened it, dressed only in an old terrycloth robe. His unruly mop of hair was in wild disarray. ‘Do you have any idea what fucking time it is?’ he grumbled. Without waiting for a reply he turned and walked away, leaving the door open. As Terry made coffee Nick explained the situation, as much as he remembered. Terry poured them. “Was ist das?” Dieter exclaimed as he looked over the odd piece of equipment.“My new hay baler,” Herr Wenger explained proudly.“It doesn’t look anything like any baler I have seen before,” Dieter replied. His Vater’s employer had a couple hay balers they rented out to local farmers back in Leck. They had a hopper where you loaded the loose hay. The machine compressed the loose hay into tight bales. The machine had platforms on each side, where two workers looped wire or twine around the bale. Oh Lord... maybe she even saw Danielle leaving."Oh," I said, nodding and scrambling to quickly think of a harmless explanation. I landed on an emergency strategy. Make it gossipy. I leaned forward, whispering, "friend of mine from my old neighborhood. Man problems. He got drunk and violent and she was afraid she was going to get beaten up. Oh Elaine, the poor thing... no place to stay so she called me."My neighbor acted nonchalant, but I know she was absorbing it all intently. "Ahhh... poor. "Hold on there young lady. Let me take a look at you first."His mother checked out his appearance as she did everyday after school.She adjusted the bow in his hair as she did almost everyday. He neverput it high enough for her taste."Ok honey, you're a very pretty little girl. As soon as you're done andI've checked to make sure it is all correct you may be a boy again," shesaid sending him on his way.Timmy sat down at the dining room table and immediately went to work.Timmy was being punished..