I hadn't even made it through a dozen pages before a female voice squeezed in around the ear buds and beckoned my attention. It was my intention to be...politely dismissive, if there is such a thing and discourage any idle chitchat."Am I disturbing you?" asked the intruder. My mind said 'Well, Duh!' but my mouth said, "Not at all." This before I even knew to whom I had just fibbed.I turned my head toward the source and standing just outside the gazebo was someone strange to me; a rather pretty. Knuckles white, her hands were still clutched on the steering wheel. The front of the car was crushed. The hood had turned into surrealistic sculpture. She nearly laughed at the thought."Do you hear me, ma'am?"Rachel turned to the left and saw a man was trying to open the driver's door."Yep," she answered perkily, trying to regain composure."Are you all right? Do you feel any pain?" the man inquired as he was fumbling with the door."I am not really sure. My head is still dizzy..." Didn't you. "Behind here quick," said the third lad, as his two mates sprinted away. He stepped speedily through the walkway gap in the small wall by the bus shelter, waving furiously. We followed fast, as the vehicle approached, not having time to get in our car. Crouching down on the grass, we heard a large van speed past. My wife laughed nervously. "That was close," she giggled, almost drunk like from the experience. I looked at her naked body and nodded. "Gutted though," the lad spoke out, "I never. Her flowing red hair and sharp green eyes made my looks plain in comparison. She had a petit curvaceous figure all men craved. The only thing I had going for me were my huge breasts. I sighed as we neared Joe’s. It was always a welcome sight because I looked forward to settling down in their comfy chairs cradling a soothing cup of green tea. A drop of rain landed on my nose before I entered the restaurant. Vicky glanced outside as the door closed behind us. ‘We have good timing. It’s pouring.