I listen to how people talk.” I chortled a little. “You laughin’ at my accent?”“It just took me by surprise. I love your accent.”“I coul... change it if you’d prefer something closer to home,” she said. I was dumbfounded. There was no trace of the Louisiana accent of just a minute ago.“Wait. Are you fooling with me? Where are you really from?”“Really, Louisiana. But I listen to people and can copy almost any accent. I like my own most of the time, though.”“I do, too,” I said enthusiastically.. If he seemed to be opening the gap, he could press on for a ways, then do half a stop. The Riverbend stop wasn't a cast in stone place to stop, anyway, since no stopping points were cleared on this section, except for stopping right on 919 when they recrossed it, but Riverbend had always been convenient.Josh kept the steam up; after half a mile, there was a place where he could look back a bit further than elsewhere. Tiffany wasn't close; at least not within a hundred yards or so. But then,. Relaxing on the beach, making s'mores on a campfire. I would throw stuff at my girl about sexual stuff as Steve and Trish did together. I can see mickie in the rear view being a little down cause she don't have any one to go for that. I spoke up "Mickie I will give you one of my special massage treatments. One you will never forget." That put a big smile on her pretty face. "I'll hold that to toy Zack." I smile back as we kept going and then played some trivia for a bit. Soon we got to the half. The floor was made out of heavy oak panels, and the walls were painted a dreary shade of brown to match with the floor. The hall way was lit however with huge lights that hung from the ceiling high a few feet above me. As he led me further into his home, Portia seemed to jump in line behind him like a puppy. I could sense some of that school girl fascination returning.Hustling up behind her, I tapped her on the shoulder."Has he budged at all?" I whispered into Portia's ear. Her head turned.