Maybe I wasn’t in for a rough time after all.“I am, for a number of reasons,” he says.I smile, leaning in toward him. “And what reasons are th...se?”He pushes his face toward mine, and our lips connect in a startlingly gentle kiss. After a moment, I feel his hand on my leg, and I pull back.“Ah, ah… That was just a freebie for being a returning customer. Watch that hand unless you’re willing to pay for it.”He laughs and pulls back. “How much?”I shrug. “Depends on what you want. I’ll let you touch. He and his wife were high school sweethearts and Idon't think he's even been with another woman but her." Are you sure that he's OK with seeing someone like me?" I inquired."Tricia, I told him about you as soon as I caught him checking you out,and you're all he's been talking about since he saw you. He asks me everyday if you've called me about him. So, when can I tell him you'reavailable?"That made me blush. A man was really pursuing me and hoping I would call!I hated to wait so long, but the. Tom just couldn’t see himself quietly jerking off in the food court down at the mall or having sex with Belinda in any one of the municipal gardens dotted about Porterville. All the same, Tom filled out all these sections and all the other sections as his parents came in and out with coffee and sandwiches and lots of encouragement.Tom was coming up to the last page of the document and feeling quite exhilarated about that fact when everything in the room changed. Tom found himself drifting. Monday found us back at the garage where the diagnosis was a seized wheel bearing. New bearing, new tire, balancing, check the alignment and a grease job ... and now for the funny part. Dad and I went back to the garage dressed in our Sunday-go-to_meeting clothes. As we were standing there waiting for the grease job to finish, the powered grease gun popped off the grease nipple and waved around in the air ... spewing grease in many directions ... one of which was onto Dad’s suit! We spent.