. I.. I have class in twenty minutes. I can’t be late.”“You worry too much,” Mark said as he pressed her against the nearest desk.It was all a... blur. Emma couldn’t remember anything except the sensation. She thought she could take him. She thought it would be no problem. She was wrong.Emma had no idea how much time had passed or how long the boy had been gone. She held onto the desk that she had been bent over as if her life depended on it. Every part of her was shaking and her eyes were stuck. The distributor whacked me on the back, saying, "This thing is going to pay for itself with the jobs you're lining up. You just may want to buy it for yourself. I'll sell you the tractor, the hauling tractor and trailer, and all my extra parts for this thing cheap. Think about it."The man wanted to make sure I could operate his tractor and I found out it was like driving an old APC (armored personnel carrier) or command track. In addition to the normal controls, this had handles for the blade.. .. rail was on the rise ... new tracks laid on old roadbeds ... tracks that went where they were needed.Junior was keeping on keeping on. Even if she WAS a teenager ... and did dumb stuff ... like last night. The whole thing ... in fifteen minutes... 13.29 actually.Five fucking thirty comes damned awful early when certain parties had been subject to heavy vomiting most of the night.“Morning sickness is supposed to come in the AM not the PM,” I groaned. Last night had been a doozy. “I’m up, I’m. Lifting her slim, toned arms up, she stretched her cramped back. She got up and grabbed her purse. Hoping that the café in the lobby was still open, Gracie trotted to the elevator and pushed the button. Impatiently tapping her foot, she watched the elevator make its way to the 76 th floor. “It’d be faster, if I just took the stairs,” she grumbled. The elevator continued its journey, bypassing her floor. Now pissed, she punched the button several more times and stared up at the numbers above.