"Mr. Arthur smiled, "You need oil, fuel, a jack and a wrench." Jack?" Yup, you need to find out why that tire is low. Tools are on the bench in the ha...ngar. David, come with me."We walked over to the bushes off to the side of the runway."Help me," He picked up the first bush ... it was in a five gallon of well watered dirt. He set it off to the side. When he did that I could see that the dirt was painted asphaltWhen you looked ... you could see the bushes in the buckets. I started picking up. " Certainly, Capitan, we will follow your orders. I'll see to it right away."Adel left to round up the girls while John examined the weather display to decide on his course. He picked a route and revved up the engines. They ran for a few seconds and quit! Then, all of the electrical systems failed all together. And, finally, the hydraulic systems locked up. What the shit was going on?By this time, all 6 of the water spouts were visible and seemed to be rushing toward the boat. In less than 5. "We can talk in the bedroom."Shelly and I both started to follow."Not you, Brody," Mom said.I pulled up short. "What? Why? I'm as much to blame. I knew better--" Maybe you DID know better. But, maybe you didn't," she replied. I started to argue, but she talked over me. "I can't help but feel that I hold some fault in this. I've always worried that my unnatural need to have sex with you would mess up your sense of what's right and what's wrong, that you'd somehow feel a sense of entitlement when. “Do you want to make this any worse for yourself?” She shook her head. “Then get it right and get that off!” he shouted pointing to her dress. With shaking hands she reached behind for the zipper and slowly pulled it down. The dress slipped off her shoulders and to the floor and I was struck by the lushness of Liz's body. A couple years older than my wife, Liz always gave off the frumpy vibe: baggy clothes severe hair style, little or no make-up. Whoa! And it seemed as if, under that dull, drab.