The bra she folded into itself and set on the counter next to the sink.She reached up and cupped her breasts with both hands and slowly drew her hands...forward as she gently squeezed her fingers against her palms, finishing with both nipples captured in her grip, both pink nubbins stretching toward the mirror. She looked down, in the safety of the locked bathroom, smiled at her body and again cupped her breasts, this time jiggling them up and down. Laughing softly to herself, she danced a few. I was asleep before ten.Saturday morning was clear and sunny, and looked to be a great day for the first long distance drive. It was only forty miles or so to the convention center, but it felt like I was prepping for a solo crossing of the Atlantic. I knew everything in the car was solid, but I was still nervous.Mom laughed at my fidgeting. “Are you nervous about driving or about being in the show?” She asked.I shook my head. “Neither really, but I just seem to have a bunch of energy to burn. But it is a long story, and it is rather cold out here. Anychance we could finish our talk somewhere warm?"She looked at him hard, trying to see if he was kidding her. He seemedboth earnest and sad at once. "You can go somewhere warm if you like. Ihave an appointment with the river below." Please don't. I want you to hear the story first. If you still want tokeep your appointment, the river will still be there." just tell me quick, so I can get on with this." Fine. The reason why I know. "They had a BMW 330."The car got instant approval from Sara, but Katie noted Tommi's hesitancy. "What's the story with that?" Diesel, so good mileage. Stylish. But if it does break down, parts andservice will cost a fortune, like with any German import." Tommi tapped tothe next picture. "Then there's this one." I like it!" Sara and Katie echoed in unison."Mercedes three-hundred turbo diesel. Same plusses and minuses as theBMW." And?" Katie prompted."I like it," Tommi admitted sheepishly. .