"What's the rush, lover?" she teased, giving him one of her sexy, all-knowing looks. She placed her hand on his sun-warmed thigh, adding another ten m...les an hour to the gauge.Finally, they rounded a bend where the highway narrowed into a dusty road. The handsome resort owner shifted down and let the Porsche slow to a crawl to minimize the fallout created by the grooved, Michelin tires. He suddenly jammed on the brakes when he spotted Randy's red MG parked in a shaded turnout about 75 yards. Not today, but maybe tomorrow.”The thought of creating life, with this woman; this woman as the mother of my children, as my wife ... The idea sent my mind spinning. For an instant I could see the future, my pregnant wife, surrounded by blonde children. One small boy in her arms, with my dark hair, but her blue eyes. I closed my eyes, and sighed.“It’s almost eight. Don’t go falling asleep, we have work to do,” she told me.“It wasn’t sleep, remind me to tell you about it, later.”Just the thought. I'm sorry. Actually, I like Trudy. She and Gloria should get together more. They'd probably hit it off!" Al glanced back to the picture framed behind him on his credenza to emphasize the reference."Not really!" Frank thought, but continued his silence.Gloria had that trophy wife look. It was her job to look good all the times. She had a standing weekly appointment at an exclusive salon. No one knew her actual hair color or her age—even Gloria may have forgotten them. She had a personal trainer. In real life. Next day in school our first lesson was history. Second World War crap like always in history. And like destiny wanted, I got told to form a group with Manda, which was her name. To let you know, I was not the best to talk to girls. So like in the first few minutes there was an awkward silence while we both worked on our task. The whole class room around us was talking, except us. We were sitting there quitely. After a nother two minutes I thought to myself, that this is the.