What is indisputable is that within five minutes of leaving the motorway, he chose 3 right turns in a row that left him on the narrowest of English la...es and no idea at all of where he was going. The funniest thing was that he had no idea of how lost he was. He simply kept driving the Vauxhall down the lane and waited for the "Real England" to appear. And, of course it did.It began innocently enough. The hedgerows gradually decreased in height, there was a sharp left turn in the lane and in. (I never was, actually)This one is compliments of John A.Heavens to Murgatroyd!Would you believe the email spell checker did not recognize the word murgatroyd? Lost Words from our childhood: Words gone as fast as the buggy whip! Sad really!The other day a not so elderly (65) (I say 75) lady said something to her son about driving a Jalopy and he looked at her quizzically and said “What the heck is a Jalopy?”OMG (new) phrase! He never heard of the word jalopy!! She knew she was old but not that. Therefore, a little pecan pie wasn’t going to hurt my waistline one darn bit. That was my theory. Hell, it might even have been true.I wasn’t really paying attention to what was going on around me. I was vaguely aware of the traffic passing by on the worn two-lane blacktop off to my left—the table was roughly at right angles with the road—but I wasn’t watching closely. The shimmer of heat waves rising off the blacktop gave me a headache.I did know when a couple of carloads of young. After dinner, Jon and Amy led us down to the beach for a walk along the shoreline. I teamed up with Darby for the walk, and we lagged behind the others so I could constantly nuzzle her neck and lavish her with kisses. The more we kissed, the more she got into it until I feared we’d get arrested. Darby humped my leg with every kiss, and then she started to talk dirty to me, promising me the wonders of her blowjobs and what a hot piece of ass she would be for me when we got back to the house.I.