They're in the back." I don't have a cooler," Jack said."You do now."On the way out to the highway, Jack noticed that there'd been a lot more work don....The tracks from the tipple to the mainline were completely gone and most of the siding bridge was missing. There seemed to be an awful bunch of white hats scratching their heads while looking at where the bridge used to be ... most of it anyway. One of the white hats had his hat held down by his leg. It wasn't his hat that was white, it was his. Juniper's actions had been provocative and unmistakably flirtatious. For a girl with whom I'd spent a grand total of perhaps three hours, she was treating me like an old, old friend."Good wine," she said."It's just supermarket stuff," I protested. "I'm not exactly a connoisseur of fine wine." Maybe not, but it's not bad at all."There was a pause while we both savored my supermarket white."Wanna fuck?" Juniper said.Well, she didn't have to ask me twice. The T-shirt she'd just put on was whisked. “i want to take a nice long shower thats gonna use up all the hot water so your gonna need to shower with me, we can’t have you stinkin up the place, can we?” she giggled. Jonas didnt need to hear anything else from her, he sprinted into his room, through off his pants and underwear and slipped on his swim-trunks. When he came back she was already in the shower. “can i come in?” he asked through the shower’s sliding glass door which was blurred so even if you were on the other side of it, you. That match those of the principals of this tale, I must add a note of self-promotion. I have a famous ancestor. Unfortunately I don't know his name but I do know that he produced his masterpiece about 150 years ago. That could be a generational millennium for some members of my species but in my case, due to weather conditions, physical locations and (I like to believe) genetics, it was less than two handfuls. When I refer to my esteemed ancestor as Gramps you should realize that in fact he was.