Another day of the same ol’ shit. We passed each other in the hall and kept going. Half way there I turned my car to the south and kept driving. I ...alled in at the last minute and said I was sick. Yep, sick of the entire mess I call my life. I only stopped twice before lunch, once to get coffee, the other to get rid of the same coffee. I pulled into a little roadside diner and ordered lunch. I parked at the back of the lot and looked out over the farm fields. My sandwich got warmer and my. "Can you spare about twenty minutes while I shower and dress for the day?" I asked."Shore, I need to make a few phone calls. I can wait here with Mr Wilson while you dress," he said.I rushed around choking down the biscuit while I pulled clean clothes out of my net bad from the washer lady's bag. After a quick shower and an ever faster dressing of the body, I was ready for the drive to the soon to be air field. It really didn't take long at all to drive there. Most of the time was in finding. But the person in front of me was bringing out feelings that I had absolutely no experience with.I wanted her in “that” way. You would have to be made out of solid titanium to NOT want somebody who was that sexually attractive “that” way.But there were nuances in her voice and powers behind her eyes that were communicating into places that I never knew existed. It was a subtle resonance at a subconscious level but it almost made me feel like she was looking into my soul.I went from being. I asked “but…but how about PR girls?”. She replied, “Do you think he will like me?”. We look into each other eyes, had a moment of silence. “You sure about this?” before she could reply, I continued with “cause if you could do it, I would save a lot of money as he will be here for a week”. She walks over, bends over with a leg on the chair supporting her weight and kisses me. “so now im not sexy enough?” she whispered to my ear. I pulled her over, unbuttoned her shirt first two button, “that’s.