i asked , picking up the wonderful supper mrs. p had made us . 'could this thing that 's after us stir up a waterspout on the river ? ' he flipped his eyes back up to me . she crossed her arms like a policeman . with them he will stay , for i trust not your leaders . i open my mouth to say see ya , but then i remember that the he had his hands on my car . sometimes life is rough and rough sex follows . `` it 's our turn next , ya ' know . '' 