It was still there. I thanked the manager for taking care of it for me.“Was worth it just to see that redhead flying that shiny new plane of hers,�...� he said.As we drove off in two separate trucks I mused about this being the longest time we’d been apart other than sleeptime in our respective trailers since we started this job.I don’t like it – not one bit.Not the only one, apparently. Phone rang. Punched the button to answer on the truck’s audio system. “Hi, baby...”Giggle. “Don’t be calling me. Did you know that she left the Wagon Wheel in tears after seeing you with that girl you had with you?" No I didn't, but so what? She has no claim on me any more." Maybe not as far as you are concerned, but she wants to have claim to you. You were not supposed to be there with that girl last night." You need to explain that." In the fifteen years I've known you Frank you have never been seen with a girl who wasn't local; a girl outside of our social circle so to speak. No one expected you to. Or whether it was merely impossible to achieve 100%. (After all, James Stephens had pointed out that "nothing is perfect" in The Crock of Gold [1912].)It also brought a larger envelope: a Certificate on heavy paper that I had qualified together with a letter informing me that I'd "achieved" the third-highest aggregate grades of 2015. I was quite pleased. Rachel gave me a big kiss (and promised more) when I showed it to her.I then phoned mum, told her the "news," read her the letter. She acted. She has just come from work, she is wearing a uniform, a police officer’s uniform. Wow, you look so fucking hot in that outfit I say. She replies ‘thanks, but you’re fucking nicked’.Her training kicks in and she tries to arrest me but as she gets her hands on me and we begin to struggle I tear the top of her blouse and I suddenly see her black bra. It is not regulation issue, it is almost sheer and has lace around the top. She sees my eyes and knows what I am thinking, but I see something in.