Maybe if the ratio were three to one or something, yeah, that would be great. But as the only guy, Warrenfelt outnumbered, and maybe just a little ......It was hard to find the right word. He sighed. Ah, no matter. Warrenleft the window area and drifted across the lounge. He retrieved his winter coat.“Leaving so soon?” The comment came from Mary, a college senior. Warrenhad chatted with her in the tunnel and wound up holding her hand during the strange elevator trip. She gave him a warm smile. I better give you directions to the ranch then. You got a map?" Better than that ... a GPS unit. It's a Kleinhauser too." Well then, you turn off at Comanche Flats Road, RR 4. It's just north of Trinidad on the freeway. Go east until you get to County Road 143. You got that?" Already programmed in and I'm fifty three miles out, a little less than an hour's drive." I'll come out to the junction and wait for you. I'll be drivin' a silver Ford 250 pickup. What are you in?" Just a flea-bitten old. The next two days kept me running around in haste, but I made sure that I’d spend some time with Caryn and Judy as often as I could. When it was time to drive them home, I felt that I was at least familiar with those few baby things my employees had teased me about. Maybe not yet comfortable, but at least familiar. After all, Judy felt so small and fragile in my hands. Caryn’s brother had visited the hospital to see his niece, though we met only briefly.After two weeks I could quite honestly. She found Derek who was also different than he appeared in the coffee shop. He was now clean-cut and neatly dressed in a blue suit with clear tailored lines the brought to mind an early 1960s style. He looked like he could have been an extra on the set of Mad Men. Meg loved Mad Men. She had fantasies about Mad Men.Without acknowledging their collision, Derek lay his hands on Meg's waist and pulled her tightly against his. She could feel his arousal against her ass and instantly her body was.