“We just made the appointment an hour ago,” I explained.“Follow the driveway right up to the front of the house. Someone will meet you there,”...he advised us as he opened the gate.Someone did, indeed, meet us. A man about my height and about Don’s age came out to meet us. “You must be Jim,” he laughed when he saw me. “Dorothy said that you were a clone of my grandfather,” he explained as he showed me a photo he was holding of Lucky Jim II when he was sixteen.“Wow, I had no idea,” I said. “All. Her previous visit to a museum had been a year earlier, to the Del Prado in Madrid. She had done this alone too, and thinking of Spain and then Spanish-speaking people she was reminded of the Argentinian gentleman she had met the previous evening and with whom she would be sharing dinner. She flushed with excitement and wondered how his day of meetings was progressing. It warmed her heart to think of him and as she strolled through the 5th floor of Musee d'Orsay. She decided to buy him a. As well as not being able to go out, he also had to tidy the house and cook tea for the three of them. He wasn't going to cook anything fancy, just some burgers and chips or some shit like that. He'd had plans to go and see his girlfriend Lorraine today, but according to mum “looking after your little sister is more important.” Seriously, she had just turned 16, just over a year younger than him, how could him being there make all that much of a difference, especially considering he hadn't fuck. She would be given clearance to see and film anywhere she wanted, including inside the Space Shuttle, one of which was currently in the OPF (Orbiter Processing Facility).I met Diana and her cameraman at the gate, got badges issued for them, then drove them out to Launch Complex 39 where the shuttles are launched. We used my car, so Diana always sat in the front with me.It was all I could do to keep from reaching out and running my fingers through her silky blonde hair. That’s what I loved about.