We traveled this way for a few miles, glancing at each other, smiling, flirting without words at 70 miles per hour no less. He pulled in front of my c...r and began to slow. I slowed as well, just to see what this was about, I wasn’t fearful so much as intrigued. His directional signaled that he was pulling into the rest area just ahead. I saw him motion to me to follow. Well, this is where the rubber was about to meet the road, I thought. Would I pull into a rest stop because a handsome man. The same that had been there the first time we met. Lily had gone back to watching TV, but occasionally she looked in our direction."Eric, you just cannot really care about me after you hear what I have been doing."She took a deep breath before speaking again, with low voice and a whole lot of intensity."I have been an unofficial company whore. A I slept with several men to promote our business!"I looked at her eyes and she held her challenging gaze. Her eyes looked a bit harder now than they. She had shoulder length brown hair and almond colored eyes to go with her caramel skin. However her greatest assets where her 36D breasts which she loved to flaunt with low cut tops. Her ass and legs were finely toned due to three weekly hour sessions in the company gym.Lately however the only action she had been getting was from the vibrator that she kept in her bed stand. The last time she had had a rendezvous with a dick attached to a human being was six months ago and it was an experience. I felt a tear beginning to form in my eye. At least I wouldn't have to travel down this path alone. My old friends were with me once again for our journey to the hereafter.I managed to sit up, and as I sat there I became more circumspect about my situation. This didn't feel like what I expected death to be like. I moved the flashlight around and saw, illuminated in its beam, the entrance foyer of my home, Westervelt Manor. Then the enormity of it hit me. We were back. Seventy years ago, we had.