There was an old upright piano in the pub and he amazed me by asking the landlord if he could play it."How the 'ell should I know?" the landlord said ...rumpily. "You can either play it or you bloody can't."Peter sat on the stool, flexed his fingers, and showed he was as one with the piano by playing tune after tune, everything from Fats Domino to Elton John. The whole pub sang along and we didn't buy a drink all night.I even gave them a rather bad version of ‘The wind beneath my wings.’ It was. He briefly looked at me while I was staring at him. He kept running and was out of sight pretty soon. That was the first time I started getting a little horny since I walked out of the hotel room. I started imagining that guy must have thought a lonely girl is sitting here. I kept on thinking if he happened to walk down where I was, would he have figured out if I was a guy and how would he have reacted. All these thoughts were somehow getting me hard down there a little. While I was in these. I turned and headed for the back door, my heart pounding with glee.'ALL RIGHT! That's my Peggy!'I hustled back in through the back door and made it to the booth where we had been sitting only seconds before Peggy arrived. I got there before her only because she had to wend her way through the crowd on and around the dance floor."OK, honey, let's go," she said as she grabbed her purse, which, fortunately for me, was still there on the seat of the booth.I decided to have a little fun, I couldn't. A couple of hours later, Holly sat up straight, a smile on her face. "Ok, third wave kicking in. I'll have to work on that timing, shouldn't have had a gap like that. You still ok?"Gene nodded, said, "yeah, starting to feel it again." Good." Holly looked out into the darkness around them. "We need to find a new ride soon. Next town, let's stop and get our bearings."A dozen miles down the road, Gene pulled off on the northern edge of a small town at a place which resembled a gas station from the.