As thoughts of Sara flooded her mind. The heat from the advancing sunlight had made the bedroom extremely hot. Eileen had realized perhaps, she should...put something cooler on. Eileen got out of her blue jeans. Lifted her blouse and grasped her bra. When Eileen did, her hand brushed across her breast. As if in a dream or in none. This brought Eileen back to the thoughts of Sara. That warm soft thought of feeling Sara's hand touching her. A sense of longing and passion surged through Eileen's. You'll be off doing your 'regular guy' stuff. I don't even care if it's dangerous. I'm not risking anything. I've got nothing, done nothing. Nobody will cry over my corpse, if that's the eventual outcome."I don't mean anything romantic." She switched to an exaggerated valley-girl speech. "I'm like, soooo young and you're, like, really old, you know? What, maybe 30 or 32? That's like, totally ancient. And like, a whole seven years older than me. Like, Eeeeeww." She dropped it and went back to a. As I was going up I could hear a lot of rustling coming from my mother-in-laws bedroom. I thought this was strange as she was not at home. I poked my head round the door and I could see my fiancé, still with her towel tied around her and her hair slightly damp, agitatedly putting something in a pink plastic bag and stuffing it into a bottom drawer. Curious I asked her what she was doing?She completely jumped out of her skin as she didn’t hear me come up. Again I asked her what she was doing? I. I got the engine oil drained, the filters replaced, the fuel dumped and the front tires replaced. I'd have to go into town for a new battery. I replaced the coolant in the radiator and greased all the fittings to get it ready. Then I cleaned up and sat in the spa for a while with a bourbon and water. The next day I'd check the yellow pages for an auto museum and go hunting for a pickup. With that thought I fell asleep, once more luxuriating in the smell and feel of clean sheets.I was down to a.