”Mrs Gibbons had been our second driver yesterday and her day had been as long as mine, so I guess my excuse sounded a bit crass. She hadn’t had t...e toll of a tough cross-country race though, and I thought I deserved some leeway following my success. But I held my tongue: at least she wasn’t giving me a detention.“Yes Ma’am.”She didn’t say anything about the cross-country meeting when reading out the rest of the notices, so either she’d already mentioned it or it wasn’t deemed important. My loins moistened as I watched this guy working on something under my sink. I stood there a few moments. I walked out to gather myself. (This guy wasn’t wearing any underwear)I made some noise so he would hear me coming. He pulled his head and shoulders out from under the sink, “Oh hi Mrs. Tanner. We never met. I’m Steve. He said” Frank said he wanted to get this cabinet out for he before he gets here. I got started an hour ago. I hope I didn’t wake you” Steve had light sandy red hair, deep. I had spent many years practicing and perfecting the talent of musician. There was a freedom of expression that had caught me and pulled me in. So many thoughts and feelings were spelled out in little black dots with lines and squiggles. Sad that I was going to let it all disappear into nothingness. My books lay in the opposite corner, near the shattered glass of the wine bottle. Dozens of stacks of books…novels, short stories, reference books, journals. I had loved to read. The stories on. I found myself thinking a lot about Max over the next couple of days. It got to the point that two nights after our initial encounter had me back in that bar. I told myself it was for a drink, but the moment I saw him behind the bar I knew I was full of shit. I wanted another round. From the frosty look I got, I knew it was going to be an uphill battle. But it was too good for me to give in so easily. I sat down and ordered a drink, forcing Max to come over and deliver it to me. He did so, but.