I jumped in the shower and had a long soapy shower my cock grew rock hard with anticipation I started to stroke it but soon stopped didn’t want to b... embarrass myself by shooting my loadThen there was a knock on the door I was in my towel how obvious I thought oh fuckI opened the door it was room service“ Hello sir Champagne two glasses as ordered “ I looked confused “ Sorry mate I haven’t ordered any Champagne I would never get it on my expenses”“ Don’t worry the bills going to another room. ”Ten times. Griff had confirmed it. Sally thought about the renovations she wanted at home and the Caribbean vacation she wanted to book, all possible if she took off her clothes. Well, just this once, she thought. She shivered with sexual energy at the thought what she was about to do.Griff led her to another part of the cavernous studio where they found a set that looked like an old time brothel with crimson brocade drapes and padded settees and mirrors on walls and on the ceiling. Again. .. not good. The cap specified DOT 4 ... even worse.Radiator? There was green antifreeze under the cap ... so far so good ... except the brakes.The points were corroded together ... no possibility of sparky sparky.I was afoot ... an embarrassment of boats but nothing for land based travel. So ... I called around and the nearest place was ... across the street.“Miss Flintkote ... my computer tells me I have cap and rotor, points, condenser, plugs and wires and a battery for a 1976 Ford Capri. I. Fast forward now two years (this would be 1983)---At the time of the picnic conversation I alluded to above, I didn't know that my wife was involved in fucking someone else. That only came to light about six months after our divorce. I'd met the guy she was fucking, too, but I didn't know it. He was a slightly younger black guy by the name of Duane, who worked in the shipping-receiving department where my wife worked; and though I maybe should have been angry about that...strangely enough, I.