"I looked at Sandy and said, "I hope you agree with me, but I think Joey put that guy up to coming out to the house and trashing my car. You know, I c...uld have been killed when that car almost hit me last night. Think about it. I know Joey is your brother, but I think he had something to do with it. No one will tell the law why that guy had his car. What do you think? Should I go to bat for someone who may have had something to do with trying to kill me?"Sandy's face went through a bunch of. She had often thought it a strange and frustrating place to educate boys and, in their final year, what were really young men. They were cut off from female company except for the school matron, a few women who worked as cleaners and kitchen staff, and wives of house masters like herself. Then again, she was isolated herself in the system. At eighteen she had lost both her parents. Six months after their death she had taken a short holiday at a seaside resort. There she had met Roger. Six. The Skyway and the Grand Prix Raceway for certain, probably Tom Sawyer Island and Fort Sam Clemens, as well. Rainy times are when it’s good to be in the Haunted Mansion or the Hall of Presidents.”We decided to hit the speedway first. The minor detail that there was a center guide rail meant that it really didn’t matter how you steered. What I thought was amusing was that Earl and Elroy took cars next to each other, and legitimately tried to race each other. When we were done with that, we went. All was well until she had the misfortune to introduce me to one of her friends, her best friend as it happened. You know what happened next. Our eyes locked and I knew that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Don't think that I am a braggart as such but I was in my early thirties myself then and I recognized lust when I saw it. She just oozed sex appealLothario I might have been but I did have a sense of dignity. So what did I do? A few days later I booked myself a two night stay in Madrid.