I stepped off the streetcar...Streetcar?...and started across the street, being careful to look both ways before crossing.I suddenly realized just wha... I was doing, and stopped dead. I was way beyond confused, and coming up fast onto a real panic. There hasn't been a streetcar through here since at least 1966; I remember my boyhood sadness...Boyhood?...as the last of the cream-and-red beauties left the car barn that one final time. Yet here was a Route 64 flyer, matter-of-factly turning away. . I would bet anything that Pete knew what had attracted me to Gwen.The rest of Saturday was fun and pizza. Sunday was fun, too, though the apartment where I presently live is so small that I couldn’t quite ignore Tim’s cartoon shows. I drove him to camp that afternoon, and started back about sunset. I normally give Gwen the support checks when I return Tim, so I called her up after dinner.“Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” I started out. She still gets jealous, and I don’t want her to think. .. which made her very sexy. There's just something about ugly chicks with smoking bodies that makes you want to fuck them that much harder.The garage was terribly cluttered, but she was a good garage saler and made sure she labeled all the available things with prices. Too bad there wasn't one stuck on her ass.She did have a pretty nonchalant air about her though, seemed like she might have been kinda doped up. Fine by me, all the better for me to tell you what I want. After beating around. Sunlight through the window awoke us in the morning. I had a piss hard-on and a half, and from the rigidity of the pole filling my bowels, I guessed that Patricia did too.My suspicions were confirmed when she said, "Damn! I've got to pee!" So, pee!" I said, pushing backward."Are you serious?" she cried, "Oooohhh, that's tempting, but I'd have to pull out eventually and that would make a mess on the sheets. I can't do that to inn staff! Guess I'll just have to do it the old-fashioned way." You.