And that, my love, makes for one hell of a shitty mess!” I declared to her. The resulting smirk on her face did little to soothe my fears as she sat...there in complete silence.With the engine now warm enough to roll, I pushed in the trailer valve, listening to the air pressure release the ten spring brakes that held the trailer’s brakes on fully. Once they’d released, I opened the tractor valve to let the truck’s parking brakes off, and slipped the stick into second gear. That’s when Linda hit. Just relax..."I felt the endoscope and it was a lot bigger than the finger. It glided in me and I felt Mr. Lance put one hand on my hip. He's probably trying to hold me still. I held my breath as it slid into me. It felt like eterinty."Uh oh..." He says."What do you mean uh oh?!" I yell."Not too worry, there seems to be something here. Just relax and let me see if I can manuever passed it." He replies.I felt him pull out a little and the continue forward. Then he pulled out again and slide into. This began the first of our serious disagreements since I had actually retired. I couldn't understand why because we had wanted to travel together for so long.I waited two months and heard nothing from Jolene about her retirement date so I asked her. BIG mistake. Jolene looked at me and said, "I told you two months ago why I couldn't quit now and nothing has changed." We spent another unpleasant weekend.Monday evening when Jolene got home I told her I had made plans for my first trip. I also. ”He shook his head sadly and added, “Just think: Don Whitfield was flying a carrier plane against carrier pilots. But he killed us. All I can say is the Brits are pretty damned good.”Then he raised his glass and said, “Had they not been, Heaven only knows where we would be today. But thank God, they were good enough. Gentlemen, never in my life have I had the good fortune to meet a man who may have single-handedly changed the course of history. But Donald Whitfield is such a man.”Early on.