The barn was built on a slope, and underneath it on one side was a long, lowchamber with stalls, I assumed for cattle or horses. Leather straps and ru...stychains hung everywhere, long-unused paraphernalia for tending large animals. After walking past the barn and across the untended fields that were partof my rented 40 acres in this little, poor farming town, I would come to acopse of woods that took up about half of my property. Growing up a New YorkCity boy with little privacy or space, I had. She found herself day dreaming of snagging a big breasted street hooker in the city or a pretty co-ed near the campus and taking her for a ride and a party. Ben never gave her a hint where they were going just put into the CD player Meat Loaf’s ‘Bat Out of Hell’ album and turned up the music. A few minutes later Ben pulled into a neon lighted truck stop called the Twilight Café. There were at least twenty truckers here, a few bikers and locals, a fairly busy place. Ben drove around to the back. When Tiner returned half an hour later, AJ was just finishing the follow up on the faxes and was getting ready to start on the phone messages."Sir, I'm sorry I wasn't here when you got back." Every time Tiner tried to get away from his desk for lunch, the phone would ring. Finally, there had been a lull and he made a brake for it."Don't worry about it, Tiner. Take care of these faxes would you." AJ handed Tiner a sheaf of papers just as the phone rang on Tiner's desk.AJ watched his harried. One of the girls, a small redhead with a body that wasn't skinny but definitely not fat, was trying to convince the others to stay."Come on," the readhead said, "This guy is good. You'll like him, I promise!"Obviously, she liked the pop tunes the guitarist played, I thought."I, for one, didn't come in to listen to some wannabe play a guitar and sit at a table all night", a taller slender brunette replied."Me neither", a second brunette said. "I wanna party!" Give him a chance", the redhead.