Chris had his guitar on his lap. There really wasn't room for four people and a guitar in the back seat."Chris, why don't you give us the guitar while...we're driving?"He handed it up to Jill and she put it on the floor, laying the neck of the case against the vacant front seat."I'm glad Daddy gave it to you. He's really terrible at it." Well, you have to work at it." I'm sure you do, but you've got more talent than my father ever will." I love it, that's for sure."I checked out the mirror again.. We really hit it off. He had this old motorcycle, and for the rest of his leave, we went everywhere on it. He used to take me riding up in the Smokies. That's the big National Park nearby. You can see them out your window," she told me. "Well, you can when you can get up and around."Anyway, we would ride his motorcycle everywhere, usually just taking a picnic lunch, and lying by the stream while we talked. One day, he kissed me and I was a goner for sure. The next thing you know, I was ditching. ”She smiled. “I know.”He looked her in the eyes. “And you never loved him.”Kerri blinked at him. Undefined emotions swam behind her blue eyes. “How would you know that?”Tank turned his hand over to wrap his fingers around hers. “I just know. I’ve always known.”She took a deep breath and looked away, blinking rapidly. Kerri shook her head and looked down at the bar. “Life just doesn’t make sense, does it?”“No,” He said. “No, it sure as hell doesn’t.”Both of them seemed to realize that they were. Some people say that sex changes things. That once you go down that road with anyone, whether a friend or a stranger, you can’t ever go back. I don’t know if I agree. The only thing that changed for me after my first time? Sex was no longer this mystery, and I learned that you and your partner still have to wake up, still have to bathe and get dressed, go about your daily business and be individuals in a bigger world. Nobody looks at you the morning after, as you walk down the street, and can.