“Come on, you sexy madam, get out. Are you leaving the top down?” “What? You’ve just seen me cover up.” “Not your top... ” Ray was cu... short by a sexy giggle. “I know what you mean, Ray,” she said and swung her jeans-clad legs out of the car. “I’ll just drape a blanket over my seat and leave the top down. It’s safe enough out here, don’t you think?” Ray nodded. “Okay, love, I think you’re right. On a sweltering day like this, they’ll not be many venturing out or stopping up here.” “I’ve. Still, it beat being outside, where the snow was falling, or at home, where I’d taken over cooking dinner. I didn’t feel like cooking that night. So I paid the twenty bucks for two senior citizens (the one good thing about growing old is I’m a cheap date) and eyeballed the program. Italian seicento music for portative organ, theorbo (that’s a supersized lute), Baroque violin and recorder. Nice and restful, not over-intellectual, just the thing for a Wednesday night in winter with no interesting. Being late in the season we were lucky and got a place to pitch our tentat Mather Campsite then we went exploring. Since this was a once in alifetime experience we were determined to see as much as we could andhad money set aside for activities.We were staying here for 3 days then going to the famous Skywalk at thewest end of the canyon. Finally moving to Monument Valley for a few daysprimitive camping then retracing our route to re-join Route 66 where weleft it!Not necessarily in that order. A lowly face masked by skillful make-up. Eyes too small with a crooked mouth and a wide flat nose. It's a face so tortured by its unevenness it favors the look of a scowl. The perfect expression to keep her subordinates in place. All but me who loves that face for its pitifulness. I stare at her sad features but my gaze is drawn to her lean tan shape, a sort of sleight-of-hand performed by her body designed to distract from her face. I start to stroke myself, eager to feel those bright lips.