"She stuck her tongue out at me. We laughed, and I took her shopping. She looked in the windows along Main Street, pointed out what had changed since ...he'd been here, and what had remained the same. My guests began to arrive soon after we got back to the apartment. Each time that I introduced Wanda as an old friend, she corrected me by saying that I was her boss. I don't think they believed either of us.When Patricia arrived, I introduced her to everyone, saying simply that she was a grad. Her spelling and grammar expertise was a critical help along the way. She also suggested some scene changes that I incorporated. Any errors remaining in this story are mine alone and probably occurred after her last edit. Thank you for reading my stories and I really appreciate your comments and constructive criticism. Now, grab your adult beverage of choice and enjoy A New Life. * Reaching the top of the exit escalator at the Atlanta Airport, I saw a young man holding a sign with my name. I. "I'm okay I guess. You knew I was going to have the GI shits, didn't you?" he asked."I knew it was possibly. That sandwich had thing on it you probably never eat. So it was possible. That little bit of information comes from a year of being a deputy sheriff. Pretty hard to deal with diarrhea, when you are in a patrol car miles from a public bathroom." Point taken, nothing but burgers and fries on a work day," he said with a weak smile. "So you think Joan Pacer is a dyke?" Why you ask that,. She understands.”“Looks like you got your bases covered. I'm surprised you haven’t started yet though,” he said as his sick hardened once more in his pants. “Time has been ticking.”“You weren’t serious about the time limit were you?”He shows her the timer on his phone. A total of fourteen minutes have passed. “Of course I was. Why would I be joking?”“It just doesn’t give us much time to get anywhere. How much time until we get to the beach?”“Around thirty more minutes. We won’t make it in.