Then I heard it. The unmistakable sound of two male voices, not shouting (as I somehow expected) but casual and even sharing a laugh! What the hell??!...... I followed the sound to the open kitchen / lounge areas and stood behind the kitchen island like a statue, transfixed by the site of Paul and Mike, sitting together like long lost buddies, drinking beer and having a jolly good chin wag. I felt my shoulders sag and relax. Thank God! I assumed that somehow, Paul hadn't clued on to what had. A late 60's Mustang. I couldn't be sure of the year. Cars weren't my thing. I couldn't leave her stranded here and my 'white knight' tendencies kicked in yet again. I finished getting the snow off and pulled my car over to hers.As I drove over, she opened the window and exclaimed, "Oh my god, thank you again," she said, nearly in tears. "I got this car in the divorce. I love it, but it's finicky sometimes, especially in cold weather." Let's try a jump," I said. I moved my car into position and. ” “No, I’m serious. You’re really pretty.” He looked down at her legs, “You have nice legs too.” He ran his hands through her hair, and twirled a strand. She held her breath as he looked at her, watched him move in. “Do you mind if I kiss you?” The words broke her out of her frozen state. Dumb dumb dumb! If he hadn’t of asked, she might have allowed it. But asking, made her think of it. And in a wild panic she feared he’d destroy a sensation she had waited her whole life to feel, and ruin it.. His fingers continued down over her bottom, gliding with little friction over the smooth satin, sliding his fingers down and up her thighs. He continued this circuit until she finally shifted restlessly, her head falling forward slightly. Still, her breathing stayed slow and even, and her concentration didn’t waver. Gary moved until he was straddling her upper thighs playing his fingers up and over her body, setting off little shivers along her skin. His eyes narrowed at her lack of response.