.Poor Ditching Boy, by Richard Thompson,”“What happened to Harry and Val tonight” I ask, The consensus is that nobody knows. Kath gets up, “I ...ad better go and check on the children, back in a couple” “I know you normally go on till getting on for midnight, but Jenny and I are going to make our excuses and get back to the van, it’s been a good day for both of us, but it took a lot of concentration by the pair of us not to let anything slip about us, it was worth the effort though, I hope we. "You still want it right?"She came over immediately, now serious and tried to play it cool; as though she might be mildly interested. "Cool. Thanks."I smiled and playfully asked in a staccato rhythm, "You got the Glass-Dick-Jones?"She parried with, "That's crack, smart guy." She had a way of staring with her eyes that was very erotic and kind of eerie."Right, well I'm not giving it to you for free."This peaked her interest. "Well I could owe you, but I'm a little short on cash at the moment."I. My slut called me as I coming through Surf Side asking me were was I. I told her I am here, but of course I was not. She told me I do not see you, so I asume she was looking out the window. I continued the game, and she told me I am in the middle of the street and I do not see you. At that time I knew she did had on clothes, and asumed this was going to be a cordial visit. I told her to go back in the house and I will be there in a minute. Shortly after I pulled up to her place and she. It was nice to see the cut hay come off the end of the rake, like a green waterfall, cascading into a long even wave. And it was satisfying to look back and see row after row of mounded hay stretched out across the flat field. At first, Terry had paid close attention to the tractor and rake, worried that something might break, and listening for the telltale rattle of things amiss. But the steady thump-thump of the old two-cylinder Deere soon became just background noise for his reveries. .