Rather than waiting around, Mike drove his VW Rabbit over to the Spearfish Lake Cafe, out on the highway, for a cup of coffee and a chance to catch up... on the latest round of gossip.Actually, sitting around the big breakfast table at the Spearfish Lake Cafe was partway business for Mike; it gave him a good chance to test the tenor of the community, and hear what people were really thinking about. He found out more about reactions to each issue of the paper and each major story there than he. It happened on a Monday...----------"Ya should be careful, Missy," Antony said to me one day, when I was checking out at his till.I loved that deep, youthful voice. We had always chatted a little while I was there, but it was the first time he had taken the initiative to speak to me like this."Careful?" Some of the boys around here talk about ya," he said, his gaze alternating between my face and the hard nipples poking through my top. "Them boys ain't right for a beautiful woman like you. Ya. It was nothing! Nothing except her charming sweater, which she had worn last night along with her tight shirt. The black sweater going nice with her too-tight jeans, and it was getting a little nippy out in the evenings. Sarah felt very, very silly, after all it was nothing except her sweater, which she had no memory of removing last night, but she must have, and then perhaps her mother had come in to check on her during the night and tossed the sweater in the hamper, leaving the lid slightly. ..a.....I have asituation here, and I was hoping you could help me, please, please,please can you help me?" Donna stood silently, as the two looked at each other. Fear radiated offthe girl. Still, Donna didn't say a word, too confused to speak.Following a few awkward moments of silence, the girl spoke, removing alldoubt she was really a he. "You see, I...uh....some people I know.......well.....can you help meplease? I'm currently at the butt of a practical joke that's gone waybeyond the bounds.