"Yer Marcel? The Marcel....... Dukey calls Bubba? Clara started laughing. "You sure look funny hanging out like that!" Clara thought about the way he was sitting looking so pathetic. "I don't like beer, for one, and I am Dukey's girl, I ain't got no business with helpin ya git down, with yer butt all exposed like that.. yur gonna have to sit right there until morning, Bubba Marcel. Damn, I thought I was a klutz, you sure take the cake, Mister."<br/><br/>Clara picked up her shotgun and headed back to the house. Her head was shaking left and right, "Dang, if I didn't know better, I'd be thinking I was on candid camera. Woowee, wait til I tell Dukey."<br/><br/>Clara shimmied up to her room, crawled in bed, she could still hear Marcel way over at the barn. "Geez Louise, what have I gotten myself into?"