After a few minutes, the vehicle stops and I hear you get out. My door opens and you take my hand, pulling me out, making sure my eyes are still close.... We go through a door. I hear you talking to someone, then we walk down what I’m guessing is a hallway. I feel you stop so I stop walking. I wait. I hear you unlocking a door and opening it. You take my hand and lead me through the door. You lead me into a room and have me sit down on something soft. I don’t know if it’s a couch, a chair or a. Roger had heard from another of the staff that Cord had once picked up and later bedded an airline stewardess on the forty minute run between Los Angeles and San Francisco--an almost impossible feat.Roger shook his head. Why the hell couldn't he be that way? He was so God-awful inhibited, not at all like Cord. Why was he so damned straight and staid? He slammed his fist against the desk top. Well, if Diane kept up the way she was going, he would damn well stop being so stuffy and start being. When I finished the song, I put down the guitar, took Milena’s hand, and led her to bed where we made love slowly and gently, then cuddled together.“Joel called me tonight,” she said, snuggling close, our bodies slightly sweaty from lovemaking.“And you came here, asked me to sing a love song, and make love to you because it went badly.”“No, because it went perfectly.”“Perfectly? Then why?”Milena moved on top of me, crossed her arms, and rested her chin on them.“Because it felt like the best way. And Mrs. William Anthony Green. We took our wedding pictures at the farm where I proposed to her, and I was constantly afraid that she would get her dress dirty. She was very careful and the dress made it out of the whole ordeal without a single stain. She was right about one thing, the dress would not fit in the HHR. We ended up riding in the back of my moms SUV that was being driven to both the Farm and then to the reception. We had a blast during the reception. We had a great meal of Fried.