.” Gemma paused. “Maybe we could make a deal or something.” “What do you mean Gemma?” I asked firmly. Gemma thought long and hard, “You ...know, a deal so you don’t tell them.” “What do you have in mind?” “What if I wash your car sometime?” she queried. “No Gemma,” I said flatly. She was thinking hard. I could tell by the look on her face. “I will do your laundry for you?” “No thank you Gemma. I don’t get that much laundry living on my own.” After a few more seconds the look on her face. .. and now for the funny part. Dad and I went back to the garage dressed in our Sunday-go-to_meeting clothes. As we were standing there waiting for the grease job to finish, the powered grease gun popped off the grease nipple and waved around in the air ... spewing grease in many directions ... one of which was onto Dad’s suit! We spent another day in the motel while the local dry cleaners tried to get rid of the grease stain - didn’t work and Mum eventually threw out the suit.Back on the road. Inside, there were cases of beer, a stereo console like my mom and dad used to have, and the biggest bed I’d ever seen. The mattresses were so thick, the top of the bed seemed four feet off the floor. Jake made me nervous. He had a severe haircut and cold look when he bothered to look my way. The bearded guy, larger and broader, hummed his way to the stereo, put on Elton John’s “Saturday Night’s Allright For Fighting” and cranked it. “I-um-I guess I should be getting home,” I said. “Still have. After dinner, I goofed of in my room for a while, not wanting contact with anyone. Finally as the clock read 8:55, I knew it was time. I said good night to my folks and walked out the door over to Jim’s house.I knocked on the door and Jim answered promptly.“Ahh, good, you’re here,” he said, “I knew you wouldn’t be late.”He let me in and I started towards the living room.“No, you need to go upstairs to my room an change into the clothes I’ve laid out for you.” He grinned at me, openly leering at.