There is no sense in the horses having to pull us both through this muck.”“We can take turns, Mi ... Ramie Lewis.”“We will see,” I said. I t...ied my best to mimic Miranda’s way of talking. I would have to remind myself often not to use contractions or twenty-first century slang. I didn’t want to leave Miranda with questions to answer when she came back.She had to come back. She had to.When I started walking in the morning, I pulled off my shoes and went barefoot. Shoes were precious and we would. They would tell her to divorce the bastard. Eve didn’t want a divorce and she didn’t want another man up in her business either. John was right about needing a friend but she didn’t need a lover. John was wrong about that.What should I do? The thought was always with her. Now it occupied her mind so much she’d made a scene in a hotel bar with a stranger. She taunted John and she tried to humiliate him in front of everyone. It was not like her.Eve felt bad about her behavior. She squeezed John’s. There must be something we can do to cool off a little, he thought. Suddenly, she caught his eye and grabbed up his truck keys. "Lets go for a ride and crank up the air," she yelled a little mischievously. She tossed him the keys as he opened her door, watching her pull her long legs into the truck. He ran to the other side and opened the door, climbed up and started the engine while she turned the AC up full blast. At first it just blew hot air so they both rolled down their windows, but by. She was very well educated and I could tell she was very wealthy. She asked me to sit with her and keep her company. After we got in the air I made both of us some drinks and we started talking. We hit it off almost immediately, we were laughing and having a great time. Our conversation started pretty tame but got pretty raunchy the more we talked. Then out of the blue she asked me about the mile high club and if I was part of that. I thought it best to play stupid and told her I did not know.