For several moments, the two carefully scrutinized the box."Well," Todd finally said, "apart from the symbols on top, I don't see any way to open it."...ecil agreed. "Yeah, it's like it's a solid piece of metal. But it's too light for that." And those symbols - they look kind of...alien."Cecil glanced up sharply at Todd, then he grinned. "Yeah, that's what I was thinking. What do you think they mean?"Todd shook his head. He reached out to trace the strange symbols.Both boys were startled as. Her mother would have to spend a long time caring for hair that long, good, the more work the better. She had sky blue eyes and cute little dimples. Her front teeth were pearly white. Jack tried to laugh and it came out a giggle."Well, I'd say that someone got what they paid for Heather." Who'th Heather?" she asked the young woman who was turning off the shower. "You are, that's what your mother Penny named you when you were born. Here, I need to put this top on you, even though you have. Trucks are in there?” Z asked. “A couple hundred. Some with wives or girl friends but all with beds”. I told her. “Beds, what do you mean beds?” she asked. I could tell she was mentally picturing a conventional bed and wondering where they put it. In the trailer, on the tarmac or just where? “Can we take a look?” She asked. I turned on my CB and slowly drove down between the rows of big rigs. “Any body. I said, "It's not going to happen."He just said, "Keep telling yourself that," and then the arrogant bastard walked away. He was smiling to himself. And I was trembling - and wet, so wet.I did what he said, I kept TELLING myself. "It's not going to happen. It's not going to happen." But however many times I said it, I never once believed it. Not really. I'd been so good since the party - I'd felt so damned guilty about what happened in that storeroom. Tried to be - you know, the good wife to.