She was my first car. I bought her from a guy who only purchased it when he got stranded in Indiana and needed transport to get back home to CT.It had...a manual transmission, the first I ever drove with one. I stalled it twice on the test drive, very embarrassing at the time. While it had a bunch of rusted holes in and around the wheel wells and the back seat had to be covered with an old blanket to hide the sun-exploded upholstery, she was a very good car.She never gave me any trouble as. Finally making it to the bar to order a drink, she soon found out the club served no alcohol, only various juice mixers. She needed a stiff drink at the moment to fortify her nerves.Well, she ordered a juice cocktail made with orange juice and several other fruits. She stood there sipping it when a guy dressed in a polo shirt, slacks, and sandals walked up to her introducing himself.“Hi, I’m Dalton,” offering her his hand.She took it and replied, “I’m Lilly.”“Hi, Lilly, a pleasure to meet you.. Her client was lying face down on the mattress, resting his head on his arms, a folded towel over his muscular buttocks. Quietly, she struck a match and lit an incense stick in a holder on the bureau, and then pushed a button on the CD player. The music was quiet, pentatonic, twangy: a Japanese stringed instrument known as a koto. She took a bottle of massage oil from the window sill where it had been warming in the suns rays, and approached her customer, kneeling between his parted legs and. Jimmy had no problem with that, the man was quite entitled to do what he wanted; each to his own he thought but it did make him kinda curious about the future for as part of the property purchase arrangements it was agreed that the old guy could retain one of the old cabins on the lakeside and live there for the rest of his days. Jimmy had no plans for the cabins so once again he left such decisions as what to do with them in God's hands. It was decision well made for it seemed that God did.