.. to Amsterdam, hired a long term berth in a marina and by canal boat excursion to Saarbrücken. It was an interesting trip ... War going on and all ...hat.From there we bussed to Baumholder ... we Knew that was on the rally route. We were directed, met up with the lorry and registered.We were already signed up ... but this is Germany and All Must Be In Order. At headquarters we were inspected ... everything ... the lorry, the car, the seats, the suits, the harnesses, us ... everything. We found. She was both worried and also angry. She’d warned him, begged him to stay, but he’d been a stubborn mule of a man as per usual and left. Drawing a deep breath she cracked her eyes open and tried not to think. To only feel the warmth of the water…the warmth of Michael’s touch. She groaned and shook her head. It was no use. How was she supposed to deal with all of it? Despite her guilt, she felt another stab of contempt…if it hadn’t been for Matt leaving, Michael wouldn’t be here. Just a room. Spacious, but not too big, a heavy writing desk made from almost black wood and shining like new, and plush chairs with high backs. The inevitable collection of certificates covered one wall, but the other was taken up by an expensive looking, big wine rack. Lawn and trees could be seen through the ceiling-high windows and made it feel a lot less artificial than others I had been in."Jennifer," he said while he closed the door behind us and guided me through the room, one hand on my elbow,. Rory, stomach full, mellowed and smiled again, her world rebalanced. She left me to clean up, flopped and stretched out on the sofa, and resumed texting. An occasional laugh or giggle reached me.I took my time washing dishes. It wasn’t my favorite chore, but I liked a neat and organized kitchen. It made cooking a joy and I loved cooking.Drying my hands, I contemplated dessert. Cool ice cream would go down well. With a bowl of vanilla drizzled with chocolate sauce, I meandered over to the.