It was cold, and soon had soaked into his long black hair and was sheeting down his body. The shock of the cold water roused him some and he flipped t...e control over to hot. Nelson breathed deeply, letting the steam do its best to rehydrate his body. He was an old hand at dealing with hangovers and knew all the tricks. The steam and heat reminded him of the jungle. Some South American shithole, squatting next to a jungle track. Never knew where and it didn’t much matter. Four guerrillas were. “We’re talking about reworking your old fueling station.”“‘Scuse me,” Haley said.Mister Dukes smiled at her. “You itching for that Stearman, ain’t you?”“Yessir,” she said. “Cindy’s gonna check me out in it.” She looked to me. “Right, babe?”Russell laughed. “You gonna tell ‘er no?”“Guess not,” I said.“Uh, Mister Bertrand said he’d give me a ride in the Extra.”“I give up,” I said.“Thank you, babe!” and she tiptoed to kiss me on the cheek.“That’d do it for me,” Mister Dukes said with a twinkle. My. . i guess anything will work huh, um lets see..." The guy went on to talk about himself as the sirens got closer, he never did call the number that Tay asked him to call.Once the police and the EMT's got there, he moved out of the way and made the call finally. They worked to get her out and asked Tay so many damn questions she was getting sick of talking, finally the EMT told the cop that she shouldn't talk."Wait, wait," Tay exclaimed as loud as she could as they got her on the. "Pl-Please, Clete... let me open your beer... ?" Piss on the beer, girl!" he vulgarly replied, holding tightly to her as he stumbled onto his feet, then swept her up bodily inside his strong arms. Her naked legs shifted futilely when he clutched one rounded young breast inside the palm and grasping fingers of his huge hand, the other wrapping around the smooth flesh of her thigh until one long, thick finger brushed at the outlined little slit her snug hot-pants emphasized between her legs..