I didn’t know whether I thought of her as a mother or as an older sister. I know one thing for sure. I thought she was one fine lady. Turns out, she...was doing the same thing for Jurgen. He’d get a new sweater or shirt or something on the pretense that it didn’t fit Rod or wasn’t the right color. It didn’t fool anyone, including Jurgen. I think Eleanor had a talk with Jurgen too and it seemed like pretty soon he was OK with her gifts. In fact, I got the idea that they were getting pretty. In a way, it was less exhausting this way, even if he wasn’t in control of the journey. Sometimes they were speeding down a bumpy road on the way to places they shouldn’t be, and his stomach began to summersault like when on a rollercoaster with lots of loops. Other times the ride was smoother and the destination more promising, but it was never his own choice. This powerlessness reminded him of his youth for many different reasons. The idea of freedom is one that is challenged in our younger. When I got home that night I grabbed a Guinness out of the fridge the minute I walked through the door. The whole idea of what I was doing was so exciting on various levels. I have always been a bit of a bad boy. I always got a thrill from getting away with things, doing what you are not supposed to. This took it to a new level for me. It was an adrenal rush. I chatted with a few women and read the usual tales of peoples past sexual exploits. My mind was elsewhere and there was nothing I could. Icould tell he was in shape, anyway. I gave him a shy little smile andfinished my drink. He told me "I'm not just saying this as a come online or anything, but you are the best looking girl here." I thanked himand giggled a little. I was very tipsy by this point. He introducedhimself as Jeff and held out his hand; which I held out mine and hekissed it. That sent shivers down my spine. I stopped myself for asecond; I couldn't believe that I was flirting with a guy and I wasliking it. I.