This made it a whole lot less work fer Jubal, an' it made it almost impossible fer the train crew ta spot the sabotage 'til it wuz too late.This last ...rain wuzn't robbed, jus' wrecked. The obvious reason wuz that there wuzn't no express car with this train. Now, I wondered what wuz goin' on? Did Jubal wreck a train jus' out of meanness, or did he screw up? Wreckin' express trains wuz bad enough, but ifen he wuz gonna go after any train, it wuz gonna be a hell of a lot harder ta stop him. If I. It might take your mind off your age and will get you out from under my feet."I stalked out in an offended huff and retired to the pub, drowning my sorrows in a couple of pints. I was leaning on the bar reading a newspaper that some previous customer had abandoned when it leapt off the page and hit me right between my eyes:"Parachute Jumping. The ultimate thrill and adrenaline rush. Classes starting soon. Contact blah blah blah..."I couldn't phone quick enough and I was soon registered as a. "Are you OK?" I asked brilliantly. She sat clutching the wheel so tight her knuckles were white. "I'll be fine as soon as my heart starts beating again", she gasped. Then she looked up at me and smiled, "Boy, am I glad you were following me. I'd hate to be stuck out here all alone. Do you know how to change a tire?" Sure, no problem", I said with a grin. So, about 20 minutes later the job was done and I stood up to wipe my hands. She moved up real close to me and said with a sexy smile, "I. I grabbed a couple of beers and we sat at the counter. “So management is asking if you are ready to do a lap dance yet.” I just came right out with the statement. “Oh, I never thought of that. I have never done one. How does that work?” “Well it is pretty easy. The customer makes the arrangement either through the DJ or one of the security like myself. Then you take the customer to one of the rooms and you give him a lap dance. 20 dollars a song and it is all yours.”“Humm what do I have to do.