On the way she insisted on listening to Bowens tunes on the way. A few minutes into the drive, Karole just laughed as she turned red and admitted she ...as so wet. I figured this was a good sign that I was getting lucky later. She looked great, sexier than usual, and definitely showing a little more skin than usual. I'm a lucky man! I wasn't able to make a connection for backstage passes, unfortunately. Nevertheless, we planned on having a great time. I was designated driver so Karole could. "It's your turn this weekend." The thought of what was to come lit up hisface. I was happy to admit my excitement by way of my grin too."I know. I have this one planned out." Cool." Josh let his gaze drift over to another corner of our pub wherethe machine stood. "You gonna get started?" Calm down." He was right, I thought. Time to get on with the weekend. Istood and walked over to the machine. It stood at chest height, with atouchscreen panel facing the user and a small vending slot midway. "It's from a poem," I said as I got settled. "The possibility of losing something is what makes us realize its value."She nodded. "I know. Wallace Stevens. Sunday Morning. And he's right, it does." She stared at the ceiling for a long moment, then said tremulously, "I miss my family, Rick." I can only imagine," I said. "I wish I could fix that for you now. I can't. I'm trying, hon."She turned and snuggled into me. "It's not just... I miss little things. I was on tour, but I would call them. The plane was larger than the last one had been, but I was the only passenger. I didn't have to ride in the co-pilot seat though. There were four passenger seats behind the pilot.I went into power saver mode, since I had no idea what to expect for the next few hours. It was almost dark when we landed on another grass strip somewhere near the Gulf of Mexico. I tanker truck came out to fill the plane with gasoline."So what's the plan?" I asked the pilot while they were filling the tanks."Beats.