Two At A Time

You know we had an old shack when we were working up there in the Cornish lot. I used to go down and see this old girl. I say old girl, but shit, I guess she was seven or eight years younger than we were. Walt say Jesus, you’re gone two or three nights, how about taking me to get a little. Well, I said I’ll fix you up with one tonight. Walt said she’d never go for that with the both of us. I said don’t worry about that. He bet me a case of beer I couldn’t. We picked her up on an old woods road. Walter had that old panel with a bed in it. Well we kept her out all night and gave her quite a time. The only thing was, I won my case of beer, but Walter sat around and helped me drink it. Bob