We did all the usual stuff that two healthyteen age girls do, like smoking one of my dads cigars, and we eachhad a hit of sour-mash whisky (Uck!!!!). ...hen after watching TVfor a couple of hours, I suggested that we go swimming, cause it wasa hot night, and Cindy didn’t have a pool, so I thought it would bea treat for her. Well of coarse she hadn’t brought a suit, and I offered herone of mine. But for some reason I said “lets do something crazy”.And I asked her if she. I called him a ‘Nazi.’ He glared at me and wrote another ticket for having worn tires. So I called him a ‘doughnut eating Gestapo.’ He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he wrote a third ticket. This went on for about 20 minutes. The more I abused him the more tickets he wrote. Personally, I didn’t care. I came downtown on the bus, and the car that he was putting the tickets on had a bumper sticker that said, ‘Clinton in ‘16.’ I try to have a little fun. We finished lunch, I carried the final bits up to her flat, she offered me a glass of lemonade, I said no thank you I had better go, she said oh I thought you would have helped me put all this away, I felt guilty so I agreed to help all the boxes was labeled we started in the kitchen , then the bedroom , the sun was really hot we had all the Windows open, I took my shirt off, and carried some bags and two boxes back into the bedroom she was hanging clothes in a wardrobe. I put the boxes on the. I guess it was true that they just didn’t build them like that anymore. As I looked down the sides, I noticed something strange.As the light from the room’s lamp shone on the desk, I could see a portion of the side of the desk that appeared to have been scraped, either from something hitting it or from something sliding against it. Just then a sudden memory came back to me. In one of my favorite movies, National Treasure, there was an old desk with a hidden compartment.I placed my hand on the.