”“Ever meet any of the drivers?”“Plenty. I’ve had dinner at Bill Elliott’s house and I’d consider him a friend, though not a close one. ...e, Davey, and Alan came to my friend Stephie’s funeral when she died of cancer about thirteen years ago. She was married to my friend who works for Rick Hendrick, and had lived close to the Elliotts and was close friends with them. That’s how I met Bill and his first wife, Martha.”“Do you go to a lot of races?”“I used to, but between work, Stephie’s death, and. 15pm. so when I came out from bathroom, she has removed the nighty and she was in half hand white shirt and a long frock.She was just like an angel….. We hugged and had a deep mouth kiss like mad dog and my heart beat was very fast. First time hugging somebody else wife…….heavenly feeling… I have to hurry for want of time. I lifted her arms and smelled her arm pit which I love to do always….then immediately opened her shirt,not fully and lifted her bra and strarted sucking like an hungry. I was there in time and on my way to Starbucks, where we agreed to meet. I looked around and saw a tall, shy-looking Y, holding her purse. The day before we met, we had a bigger fight over the phone, because Y came to Jakarta unannounced and as a result of that, I wasn't available the first time she wanted to meet me, already going out with friends that night. However, she didn't seem mad now, just shy like a school girl. It was kind of cute.We went to Boplo for some Gado-Gado and started. I say skillfully because it was subtle,there was no heavy-handed use of powder and rougetrying to give youthful appearance. She patted the sofa, “Come sit beside me, do.” I complied with her request leaving a respectfuldistance between us. I saw a half-smile play uponher lips. She looked about her. “They were right those informants of mine thisreally is a delightful apartment, it has a verycultured ambience” I thanked her for her complimentary observationsadding that.