Then she reached behind her and untied the bottom string to remove the top completely. My eyes just about popped out of my head. There was Mom dancing...topless. Her magnificent tits swinging and bouncing free. "Holy shit! Yes! Mom your beautiful!" Mom was shaking her tits and feeling them, twisting the nipples and they were poking out hard as rocks. "Lets see you show something now", mom said above the music. I didn't know what to do. Was mom just joking around or was she trying to actually get. She glanced at the boys, then back to her knitting, "Relax. Live a little." Mother, don't tell me - wait, what?" What?" Madeline's mother replied, looking up from her handcraft."What did you just say?" Madeline asked anxiously."Live a little?" She gestured to Tommy and his new friend. "Those two boys over there, they're fine. Just having a little fun."But Madeline was no longer thinking about two young boys playing on the swing set, or little Tommy swinging too high. Her mother's words had. He was licensed as a diesel mechanic and was familiar of course with tracked vehicles. We looked at six of the snowpackers and he approved four. I intended to buy only three, but bought the fourth one when it was offered at half price. I made arrangements for transport and I was home that evening well satisfied with the progress I was making in getting things organized.I sent payment off to the owner of the fifth vehicle I had put a binder down on and that was unloaded at the Caterpillar garage. ”“I think you’ll find Gitmo a different story. The current administration has ok’d several more rigorous forms of enhanced interrogation.”The kid just sneered again.“After they get as much as they think they can get out of you, of course, you’ll be tried for the murder of a police officer. You know Tennessee has the death penalty, right?”The kids sneer sagged. He’d signed up to be some kind of suicide bomber, or something similar, but in Taylor’s experience, that was abstract to many of these.