That clearly isn’t going to work. Or we can just escape. Not escape, just politely say we’re leaving now… and that means the end of our vacation... Oh, great! What am I going to say at home? It’s all useless anyway, and I feel immediately shitty for my inclination to throw her under the bus.However, to my astonishment and horror, she’s grabbing her blouse now. She even smiles, but I see her nerves are almost fried. She pulls her blouse up and bites her bottom lip—ever so shy, she looks very. After spending a little time with Net, I went upstairs and took a long shower, laid out some clothes to wear to dinner and then pulled out the laptop to look up Johnny Garlic's again. The GPS navigation in the Wrangler would get me there, I was sure, but I always liked to have some confidence that what it was telling me wouldn't steer me wrong. The directions were pretty straightforward and I stuck 'exit 498' in my head as the exit to take in getting off highway 101.I checked my email, answered. I quickly let out a “Yes?” The girl looks a bit stunned like she didn’t expect that. Well that’s how I am. I do the best I can with what I got on the spot. “I’m sorry but you looked kind of bored there. Just looking at your drink.” I look back at my drink and chuckle to myself. I must look like so kind of fool. “Yeah I’m pretty bored.” Swirling around in the stool so my back is against the bar. “Well look at everyone.” I can see her face turn towards the rest of the bar. “We got jocks. Luxurious rugs on hardwood floors, antique furnishings heavy on the oak and marble, a few paintings and sculptures. I led her into the den and offered her a drink.She prowled, exploring, as I poured. "Ooh, that's sick! How old is it?" she exclaimed, admiring the large antique telescope next to the French doors leading to the balcony."Over two hundred years." I came up behind her, close, rubbing against her back as I guided her hand to the focusing knob. She bent to the sight, pushing back into.