She was relaxed in a way that only those under the influence could be. She loosened her mouth from mine just enough to speak."Call me Nancy. And it's ...asically a backup." To what?" To the kissing. If that doesn't get me into your apartment, then the panties are my twenty dollar backup." You ... you don't need them."She pulled herself back. "You don't like them?" Oh, I never said..." Hold on, hold on." She turned away from me, hoisted her skirt up again, and waggled it at the older man sitting. Nancy liked to call her Aunt Flo since her mother had nicknamed her. Now she was in the last stage of her surprise pregnancy. Both she and her husband seemed happier than they had ever been. For some reason her own father seemed very grumpy when he saw her. She knew she would never really understand men. She had thought that every one of them thought with their stomaches and penises. Now her father is so grumpy with an old friend like Mrs. Tee Art. Nancy had always admired the size of her. "Marigold nuzzled against him and nodded."Dutch, isn't it?" Yeah," said Marigold, "it's Dutch." I met a Lars this weekend," said Thule, "Lars Vandevoort. He's a cousin of Randy's."Marigold gave a single, mirthless laugh, "If I'd known, I would have had you say hi."Thule hugged her fiercely and kissed the top of her head, "He seemed a bit older than us."Marigold put her head back to look up at him, "He would be about twenty-five by now." He was twenty-two?" asked Thule.Marigold laughed again, "I. The bottle was filled nearly to the top after she had finally finished. Standing up, she took the bottle up and surveyed her work. It was a light yellow liquid as far she could tell from the light that came from the open door, in her haste she hadn’t had time to close it, which was good, because she also didn’t have time to turn on the light in the shed.After turning on the light, she didn’t bother to close the door, nobody would see her, she had worked here for two days now and nobody had been.