"I'm trying to get to my home in Mobile, Alabama." That's when he recognized the car as the one that gave him the coffee earlier.After a short delay t...e front door of the car was pushed open and the same voice told him, "Get in."Since only the front door was open, Tommy put his backpack on the front floorboard and settled his legs on either side of it as he sat down in the warm interior of the car. A little self conscious about how wet he was and the water that was running off of his clothes,. Unless he wanted to keep wearing them. They were his now, and thelife that went with them.Maybe today he'd also feel free to speak his mind about my strangedemands on him all this past summer. That was worrisome. At leastat this moment we were still together, anyhow, and that was simplylovely. I lifted my head and leaned toward my sweet Scottie,wondering whether I should wake him with a gentle kiss on his ear. Maybe nibble the baguette earring I'd bought as a gift, tocelebrate his. Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes.If you keep your feet firmly on the ground, you'll have trouble putting on your pants.A computer once beat me at chess, but it was no match for me at kick boxing.Ever stop to think and forget to start again?When I married Mr. Right, I had no idea his first name was Always.My wife got 8 out 10 on her driver's test--the other two guys managed to jump out of her way.There may be no excuse for laziness, but I'm still looking.Women spend more time. More bonesappeared, muscle, tendons...all surrounded by the mist holding it likeskin.Suddenly he felt intense pain in his hips and groin, like someone kickedhim there so hard that the bone broke. He even heard a slight crack!The pain was so intense that he lost his grip on the urine slicked stoneand fell into an almost fetal position. He folded his arms aroundhimself trying to endure the pain. Nothing existed for him but pain.He felt something strange on his bare arms. Bare? His nails.