I lifted my head and rose slightly to give her one more deep kiss, before going down and finding my hand opening her up to me. She rested her hands on...the edge of the workbench and threw her head back, letting her long hair fly widely in the breeze created by the fans in the shop. "Yes! That's it. Right there." that thought changed to a soft, but enthusiastic moan. She reached behind her with one hand and cleared a section of the workbench surface. Sawdust swirled around as she lay back fully. Since the Captain had brought it up, it seemed only fair to inquire.“I take it then that you and Wrangler have never ... what I mean is that the two of you...” The broad shouldered Irishman asked.“Certainly not.” Parmenter said quickly. “We’d have to be married to do that.”O’Rourke took a deep breath and could see the same thought reflected in Agarn’s eyes. Wilton Parmenter was naïve about a lot of things. He had become the commanding officer of F Troop and Fort Courage based on his turning a. The thrill grew that night at the races. Grandpa and I brazenly walked up to the pit gate early and signed in. I should not have been allowed into the pits until I was 15, but we weren’t hassled about it. It was still a sunny late afternoon as crews pulled into the puts to unload their cars and equipment in the small infield. There were roughly 25 410 sprints and 18 limited sprints, along with a couple dozen late model stock cars.Grandpa did his usual walk and talk with several teams and people. . but not what you think... she just wants to ask you some questions... she wants to ask some questions and see if she can find anything I haven't been able to tell her... she..."Laura's words tumbled over each other in a rushing stream. She was trying to get everything in before I started yelling, I suppose."When?" I said simply. Laura stared at me disbelievingly."You'll go?" she asked with her voice full of emotion. I shrugged."I'm still your husband," I told her somberly. "I'll do what I can.