She almost starts for the front door before she remembers her car is now in the garage. And then she remembers her suitcase and hurries back upstairs...for it.She sees the wonderful book from yesterday still sitting on her now ruffled bed and puts it in the case before carrying it to her car.She arrives in plenty of time for her appointment, and as she sits waiting, she begins to remember last week with Sasha. ‘Why is there this rush running through her as she thinks of Sasha’s touch and. " You don't think we could, you know, get up and walk in tandem to the bathroom?" I asked facetiously."Not hardly!" she laughed, and slapped me on the shoulder, "It could be an interesting experiment sometime, but not this morning!"We spent the rest of the day actually touring wineries. Thanks to the chauffeur-driven limousine, I didn't have to miss the tasting. We had a quick lunch at Mustards then spent the rest of the afternoon visiting a couple of wineries that Patricia patronized. The courtyard had once included a pool, but that was gone. I had no desire to deal with that kind of maintenance issue. I figured I could handle a lawnmower and trimmer maybe. but that was about it. The parking area in front of the units had been replaced with grass. The off street parking was big enough for a dozen cars which was all I planned to allow on the property. If a tenant had more than two cars, he or she would need to find somewhere else for the surplus.My renovation plans had always. As the complex’s manager, I had one of the better apartments there, but that wasn’t saying much. It was maybe seven hundred square feet. Most of the tenants were just as bored and lost as I was, and most could barely remember my name from month to month. There was one bright spot, however: a blonde named Suzy. I know her name now, but I didn’t know it at the time this story happened but I knew her face – and body – for sure. She was about averaged sized, nice body, with shortish bleached blonde.