They were pretty and shiny and all of that but they simply weren't worth my marriage.I still loved Helen deeply after all of these years and I was a f...rm believer in that old saying, "If you can't be with the one you love ... Keep it in your pants."Besides at 28, I was an old soul, firmly entrenched in the limbo between boyhood and elderly gentleman. I had to act like I had some sense and not get swayed by every pretty face that came along. Just like with cars.Believe it or not I was still in. "It will be even harder to raise two kids alone," I said."I know that!" she snapped."I can help." I don't want to ask for money," she said."I'm not offering it. Not directly, anyway."She looked at me and for the first time I saw something like worry on her face.I've been a detective a long time. I read her easily this time."You're worried I'm going to ask you to marry me," I said.Worry turned to surprise and then she made an obvious effort to make her face neutral."Well, color me glad I didn't. She looked like a mummy wrapped in the blanket. "Cold?" I said"Yeah, a little." She laid back down in her mummified blanket. About five minutes later I saw her getting restless again. She began to slowly crawl towards me without any warning and without saying a word but made continuous eye contact with me. As she wiggled herself toward me the blanket began to loosen. I couldn't believe my eyes - her underwear became exposed but she wasn't wearing a bra. I just laid there as she ran both her. “Huh?”“I said, yes, it’s nice!” and smiled, but I think she knew that was bullshit too! “Ah, Sweetie? Are you almost done here?”“What’s the matter? You don’t like spending time with me?”(Oh shit… here it comes. That ‘boo-hoo woe is me bullshit’ that always gets me. Why do we guys keep falling for that anyway?)“No! Oh, no, Sweetie… it’s not that, really! I just thought if you’re going to be here awhile, I’ll go over to the sporting goods department; maybe swing by automotive and get some oil for.