.. from the beginnin' to the end. Yes sir! I entered and ran the 1960 Gusher Gas Economy Run from Los Angeles to Chicago ... and I won!You can look it...up. My name will be right there under the Special Entry Category: Winner, Purvis Miles, 1953 Studebaker Starliner Coupe. I should have won an award for prettiest car in the run, but they didn't have no prize for that. Too bad. I still have that car, sittin' in my garage, as beautiful as the day it left South Bend. I'll probably keep it forever,. " Yes." She said softly."Are you alright?" I asked concerned I had told her too much."Why hadn't you told me any of this before?" She continued softly. "I feel a little like I don't know you at all." I'm still every bit the person you have known these past two years." I answered."No. I don't think so." She said with a tremble in her voice."How do you mean?" I asked her.She was silent for several minutes, and I waited patiently."Your not the same as before, because right now I want you. I want. And continue to talk. Suddenly I asked a direct question just to trap him while he was boozed enough. What is the difference you felt in gay and straight, as you have experienced bisexuals. This trick paid the biggest dividend and without thinking for what I was asking or realising under influence of alcohol he opened his mouth. I like more of gay than straight and particularly, being banged (now he realized what he committed but damage was already done).Suddenly he became silent and emptied. I had to admit to myself that one, the view was stunning and two, I think I was really the winner of the day. I was a little curious how they were going to break the tie, however... I tossed my keys on the counter and noticed that the machine had a message on it. I figured it could just wait, but some little voice inside my head said ‘listen to it... ‘, so without really thinking about it, I pushed the button.“Yo, Nate ... Dude, you in there?” I recognized the voice immediately and about.