"Yes, your young man was quite efficient. I wanted to ask you about a place called Kwinana." It's south of here, north of Rockingham. East of route 1 ...nd west of highway 2. We sort of passed by it both coming and going." Billiton's got a big nickel refining plant there. The product from up north gets shipped from Port Hedland, but from Kwinana could go more or less direct. They want me to look over the way the place runs." You're working pretty hard for a retired gent!" I've got the wool over. She stepped out of it with one foot while kicking it over to Cliff with the other. The moment she did, she regretted her impetuous decision. She looked around the golf course to see if anyone was around. She couldn’t see anyone, but she also knew the next hole would return us to the clubhouse. “Shit!” she whispered, frustrated at her play and allowing it to get into her head.“I think our friend needs a drink,” Cliff said.I poured her a shot and handed it to her as her bare ass hit the simulated. Ok, you guessed it. My wife looks over at me and says, "Honey did you feed the cats?"Crap. I slam the car into park and head back to the house to feed the damn cats. I HATE cats. Ok, task accomplished, get into the car and take off. "Left turn ahead," says the bitch in the dashboard.What the FUCK? I look at the wife and say, "Why did you program the GPS? Hell, we make this same trip twice a year. I know where I'm going." I know Honey but I like to see how much farther we have to go so I turned. " I glanced up and saw the exitsign for Inglewood Boulevard. Something tugged at my memory...the SouthBay Galleria! I had shopped there en femme many times when I lived inLA, and there was a large parking garage that was safe for a womanalone at night. At the last possible second, I turned the wheel hard tothe right, cut across two lanes of traffic, and careened down the exitramp. I heard squealing tires and crashing metal behind me as the CHIPStried to follow me, and by the looks of the chaos.