” she whispered, extending the garment to me.“Go try it on, please.” I urged.“Brian, I’m not paying twelve hundred dollars for a dress.” S...e argued.“No I am. I may never win another Super Bowl ring in my lifetime. This is a special night, don’t argue with me.” I said, pushing her towards the dressing room.The sales woman was having quite a good time watching the two of us, I caught her laughing several times. After about ten minutes Alexis came through the door with the dress on, I was floored.. The look of confusion on her facewas evident. She looked down at the "girl" on the floor with concern andasked, "Sue...?" When I looked up and she saw that it clearly was not whoshe thought it was, I could almost feel the frost in the air when I heardwhat she said next. "Sue... My. How you've changed." I could feel thesneer across her face. "Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are youdoing in this house?!" I attempted to stand and she interrupted that. "Ohno no no, missy. You stay right. Baad mein usne ek pasand kiya or delivery ke ghar karne pe liye bola, mein samaj gaya ki kamini ko bhi kya chahiye, to maine delivery ke liye haan kardi. Ab mein raat ko uske ghar jane ka intezar kar raha tha karega 8 baje uska phone aaya ki delivery uske flat mein deni hai, or apna address or phone number diya mein bhi taiyar hoke pohach gaya, medical se condom ka packet liya or ek silky chocolate. Ab mein uske building pohach ke call kiya, woh bahar hi delivery lene agayee or mujhe chai ke. Apparently the terrorists were going to try to do a cycle biker bombing every day. Only on this morning, the biker ran into a redneck.Daryl Ragberry met the classic country definition of a redneck. Big dirty diesel pickup truck that had a frame lift kit installed for big knobby tires that one could hear coming a mile away that stuck out past the pickup body. The exhaust had been modified with two big chrome stacks sticking up behind the cab. There was a gun rack in the back window with NRA and.