As I come up the on-ramp onto the interstate, I roll down the window and throw the IPod out, as hard as I can. It bounces on the concrete and ends up ...ying lonely in the dirt. I roll the window up and start over. ‘Who are you?’ she’d asked… – It takes about thirteen hours in a car to go from the lower New York area to Nashville, Tennessee. Plenty of time to reassess pretty much every single thing going on in my life. Fueled by a steady intake of coffee and a sense that my arrival home marks. .. yes, I remember it, now. I'm so sorry about that..." But it was not your fault, you were pushed off the road by accident." Yes, but I should have known ... Ryan, what do you mean by funny old man and underground road? Explain it to me!"Somehow her attitude changed a bit. Her hand grasped mine and her grip was so tight that it was almost painful. I knew her well enough not to try to distract her. It would not work, I had tried it enough times. In fact I knew a good way of distracting her but. A little liberal bed-wetter looked at my Corvette the other day and said “I wonder how many people could have been fed for the money that sports car cost.”I replied, “I am not sure. It fed a lot of families in Bowling Green, Kentucky who built it, it fed the people who make the tires, it fed the people who made the components that went into it, it fed the people in the copper mine who mined the copper for the wires, and it fed people in Decatur IL. At Caterpillar who make the trucks that haul. He protested but she didn't let go. After a moment, he stopped resisting and kissed her back. His hands gripped her hips and he lifted her. Her legs wrapped around his hips. He threw whatever was over the table to the ground and lifted her onto it. "Mmm, daddy," Emma moaned. He kissed her again, silencing her. His hands had traveled down to her warm pussy and he had spread her lips with his fingers. His thumb had found her clit and she moaned in his mouth. He rubbed her slowly. He wasn't in a.