" she tries to tell me."No Mom you're wrong... It's already happening... I've already startedto feel like I'm losing myself, and its barely started......" I tell her,trying desperately to get her to understand."Jordan... Look at Sam, has she changed? It looked to me like you andher hit it off just like old times..." she tells me."It's not the same thing Mom! Sam wants this, she's happier now thanI've ever seen her... I don't want this... I'll only be like she wasbefore." I say, with tears slowly. A heartbreak of a bicycle, she was thinking."It must have been hard for him to part with it." Yes and no. He was happy it would be going to someone who'd appreciateit. Another couple, who would take it on their own adventure. That's howhe put it. He insisted on selling it to me for the price he listed, evenafter I told him it was worth about three times what he was asking." Another couple on an adventure, huh?" Of course. What would you call us?"Marcia looked up and saw Walt, well, not exactly. "He's looking forward to coming to your party, Sir," I said, watching Becky's reaction when it became clear to her who was calling. She rolled her eyes to show indifference but I was sure she was curious."It's going to be chilly on Sunday. We may have to curtail our golf until spring," Mr. Avella said."Yes Sir," I agreed with him."What the hell were you thinking, Sammy?" It was more of an accusation that a question."I lost my head, Sir," I said, winking at Becky."No telling what the weather. I announce that everything is set up and they can start tipping to see if it works. I can feel some faint electric shocks on the clips. I explain that than bigger the tip the bigger electric shock will be. I'm keep smiling and encouraging my audience "Come on guys – hit me harder I know you want to". Each time I hear tipping sound I get excited and electric shock go through my body. The tips are more often with each minute as I can see that more and more people are coming. Probably the news.