" I fibbed, while trying to get myself back under control. "How's she, uh, it run?" Like a top." He opened the door and it was all I could do to keep ...yself from shoving him out of the way! I watched as he slipped into the driver's seat and eased the key into the ignition switch. I nearly wet myself when the air ram fed 428 Cobra Jet's 335 horses roared into life! That is, the official stated 335. The true number is somewhere between 450 and 500! The story is that they intentionally underrated. Both of her sisters were rather pretty albeit heavyset, but this one, a heavenly body but a plain-Jane face. As I approached, she smiled showing her braces, quickly covering her mouth with her hand, she said 'Hello' to me. I, of course, replied 'Hello' back at her, and started to get in the van. She again spoke with her hand over her mouth saying that her older sister thought she had left her pocketbook in the back of my van, and would I mind if she looked for it.I opened the side door, and she. I replied with a confused 'thank you'.When did I change my hairstyle?The morning went by smoothly, I guessed Mr Stuart had too many things on his mind this morning that scolding me for coming in late was simply not something he decided on doing.At eleven, a message popped up on my screen, "wana hav lunch together? sue"I replied with, "Sure, but not too far, I got a lot of work today"."not far, just the cafe acros the street"."OK, see you there at 12?" yup, dont be late"."Patty! Over here," came. It was my turn to dance with Jill. I walked up to her and offered my hand. She accepted and we began to move together in time to the music. This quiet, reticent woman seemed to somehow come alive on the dance floor. Those eyes which seemed so intense yet distant otherwise, took on a certain playfulness. Her curly brown hair framed a face which began to reveal a newfound joy. It was as if someone had taken a key and unlocked a cell door which had been imprisoning her very soul. As we moved.