I wasn't at all obsessive outside the confines of Country Store. So I didn't worry too much. Maybe life inside Country Store was my real life and ever...thing I did outside was less than real in my mind. Either way I made the sandwich the same every time, right down to the number of times I turned it.The lightweight cast iron pan was filled with water after use, then put back on the stove to boil itself clean. That made it easier since it didn't have Teflon or any other miracle surface. It came. We both were sweaty and because of this her blouse was a bit wet. We stepped inside the store and found a middle aged man probably inhis fifties. He was the owner of the store. He was short and a bit fat. He saw us and offered to help. I went up to talk to him. Meanwhile my wife let her hair loose and was tying it. She raised her hands while doing so and that is when the old man took notice of her. Her armpit was seen and the armpit hair was in full view. Moreover due to her hand movements the. After 8 nights Mark had met a girl he was spending a lot of time with so told us that he'd be going out with her that evening and spending the night at her apartment, Dan and myself said that's cool and decided between us that rather than have the usual big night round town, that we should go out, have a meal and a couple of drinks then go to the liquor store, get a bottle of vodka and head back to our hotel room for a quiet one. The evening came, Mark went off on his date so myself and Dan. ” Five. “But how many did I get?” “Guys?” He snorted. “Fuck off. Not once. Not even a look in.” “You're getting old. Losing your skills.” “Fuck off. I'm twenty-eight, and I'm younger than you.” “Are you going to get all melon – melly – sad on me?” “Answer my question. Do you think I'm hot?” “Huey ...” “No, mate, I'm serious.” He jumped up and stood in front of me, pushing the coffee table – and my pizza – out of reach. “What the fuck, man?” “Seriously. Am I hot?” “I really don't -” That's when.