It was only a few miles to my destination so I soon pulled into one of the parking lots. As usual, the back half the lot was taken up by big-rigs taki...g their government mandated rest breaks. I pulled into a parking space near the restrooms. Unsure what to do next, I just sat in my car. As I sat there looking around I noticed some guys hanging around on the sidewalk and watched their behavior. After a while, it was soon obvious that they were ‘cruising’ the place. Still not knowing what to do,. We were still standing he was behind her with his arms around her. She rested her head on his shoulder and let out a wonderful sigh. He raised his arm and cupped her tits gently squeezing and rolling her nipples, she was melting in his arms. I had the pleasure of seeing them do this a few times before. He lowered his hand to her shorts and began rubbing her, she was getting very wet. His hand went into her shorts and I could see he was putting a finger into her, she moaned again. As he went. "Angel, love, do you know why I didn't answer my phone today?" At this point, all questions are rhetorical, since I am completely unable to speak, but he continues, as if I had. "I knew you were having a bad day. You emailed me, remember? I went to the market to get lobster, and was going to cook you dinner, and pamper you, since I thought it was what you needed. Your behavior has brought you here, instead, and this is where you will stay until you have learned to control your temper." . My mother was happy working for a professional potter, trying to become all she could be. I'd saved my fiancée from a death sentence, and she was also learning her chosen craft and would become all she could be. And as Eric Kleiner I was succeeding even beyond my expectations. Given the time, I'd become the artist I'd always wanted to be. When I was Aaron MacDonald, I'd gone into architecture because I didn't want to be a starving artist. Texas hold 'em poker came later.I worried. Had I.