I waited again, counted to 100. Then I lay down hard on the horn until eventually he came, wearing a bathrobe but without shoes. He had her keys. He t...ppy-toed to her car on the rough gravel and backed her car out of the way. He didn’t look at me. I didn’t return his indifference.I pushed the window down button, stuck my hand out and waved him the finger as I sped back out of the driveway onto the safety of the frontage road while holding the horn down. On the road home I screamed and cried. This was back in the days when running water and indoor bathroom were still luxuries that few of dirty farmers could afford. Oh we had the little hand pump that you had to prime every time you used it next to the kitchen sink, but we still had to heat the water on an old wood/coal burning stove in the kitchen. Then there was the family outhouse. An outhouse, for those of you who don’t watch the old westerns or aren’t really into Americana, is an unheated outdoor bathroom. Except for the flies,. ” So I go to my kitchen, make myself another coffee and stand there like a fucking deer in a truck’s headlights. “What the fuck. How am I going to manage that?” “Hey Mark, come here please.” “Done already?” I say getting back to my office. “Are you this author?” showing me my nick name. “Yep, that’s me.” “Shit, this is a great story. Did you also write The Niece one?”“Yep, that’s me.”“These are pretty hot. I’ll read them when I’m alone at home. I’ve taken a note about the group. I’ll see you. It’s been a long time since I played that game,’ I said still hoping to talk my way out. ‘It’s like riding a bike, you never forget. Did you see the smile she gave you when she left? Besides you’re still the same hunk that you were in high school. You’re tall and got a good build from all that hard work. With that dark hair and blue eyes you could attract almost any girl. I mean I’m not gay, but if I was I’d go for you in a minute.’ I’m not dumb, he was stroking my ego to get me to do him this.