He stops at the door, cracking it open to take a smoke. I don’t smoke, but I’ll gladly stand and talk to him if he’s there when I’m finished l...ading the dryer. He is still there. He’s watching me, as I bend over to tuck the laundry into the dryer. I can see him watching, and he makes no secret of it. His eyes tell me stories of what he’d like to do with what he sees, and what he doesn’t see. I wish I could live some of those stories. But life is complicated. We both know it, but the fantasies. Just imagining you created a problem for me. Remember the running joke, “boxers or briefs?” lol Well today it was boxers. The thoughts of you created an issue that could not be disguised. There were not many people in the building this late on a Thursday afternoon. Maybe 10 between all 3 floors. But still a bit risky to continue with my thoughts. So now I had a choice to make. Stop the thoughts and sit back at the desk, hiding my problem or go to a place where I wouldn’t be interrupted.. Though we had to watch our speed going through the smaller towns, we could really make good time out on the open road where the speed limit is 70. There were many long stretches where the big trucks were running 80, and I fell right in behind them when one would pass.The closer we came to Amarillo, the more I wanted to push it, and make it to Amarillo before we stopped. Five hundred and fifty-five miles in eight and a half hours, is what I figured when I stopped at a twenty-four hour truck stop. George’s rumination went on and on inside his head. He always overthought everything. He had trouble sleeping many nights because he couldn’t stop thinking and thinking and thinking. His mind was often like an engine over-revving.As the train rolled along the Broadway, from time to time, George would point out the important sights along the way. Jill would listen carefully to his rambling about the sights, which kind of shocked him, since he wasn’t that interesting a tour guide. She seemed to.