" Piotr then slipped the coin into his pocket. "So let's get to work." And work we did. Well, Piotr did. He worked like a man possessed, doing twice t...e work of anybody else. After about two hours, he got me and took me to the bathroom. Once inside, he locked the door, turned to me, and said, "Watch." He lifted the baggy shirt that he was wearing, exposing his breasts. Immediately, I knew there was a difference. His breasts used to have that sculpted, perfectly round look that comes from. Mike, Im so sorry, I didnt know that you would&hellip, that you&hellip, Im sorry! God, Im so sorry! He didnt say anything, just held her close and tried to stop shaking. God if I dont stop shaking&hellip, Mike took a deep breath and hugged Zo a little tighter. He could feel her tears on his neck, her head pressed tightly to the side of his as she cried and held his head to her chest. He pulled out of her grip and wiped her tears, looking at her steadily. Zo&hellip, I didnt mean to scare you. I. One woman, in particular, Jenny Davidson, the wife of his office mate, Charles, or Chuck as he preferred being called, often cornered him after she had a few drinks. He liked how close she stood to him, how her perfume caused him to savor its fragrance, how she touched his arm to emphasize a point, how she smiled, looking deep into his eyes while commenting on a poem of his she had read in Atlantic Monthly or the New Yorker; or, depending on how drunk she was, how she told him how boring Chuck. As I got more and more interested in cars I found I had more and more questions. This thirst for knowledge eventually led me to Dick’s Garage, a small neighborhood gas station and repair shop with a very fast Chevelle parked along side it that Dick bracket raced on weekends. I started hanging out there, talking about cars and trying to learn everything I could from Dick. He was always willing to answer my questions and show me things and always seemed very patient. I liked that. I was a real.