“Oh, shit!” Mrs. D exclaimed.Looking over I saw Bob standing in the doorway, eyes like saucers, mouth hanging open, hand to chest like he did when...his heart was acting weird. Guess we needed to start locking the door when we were fucking. We were on top of the sheets so there was no way for either of us to cover up. I slipped off to my left to put me between her and Bob and lay on my right side with her behind me. She spooned against me, effectively hiding everything of any real. This care was set up for something,though it looked like a street racer, I knew somehow it had never raced.The owner was mysteriously absent though, and no one I talked to couldgive me any clues to who it might be.Even Maddie seemed curious about it. "Malissa, have you ever seen that carbefore?" she'd asked me."No Ma'am. I'd definitely remember it if I had. Maybe we should getBernice to run the plates." Already did that, it comes back. "Owner P.I."When I looked stumped she said. "Protected. ’ ‘Oh so that’s what it is. A little bit of resentment bubbling up.’ ‘I’m not resentful, just pissed off.’ ‘Same thing babe. Look I know it must have been hard for you this last year. Lonely and feeling let down by those you thought were your friends, but people are people. The wives may have been a little scared of a single woman if their own marriages are a bit rocky and most people like things tied up in nice easy parcels of two.’ ‘Martin was almost grovelling at your feet.’ ‘Probably trying. One night, I had just dropped a fare at JFK Airport, a couple of businessmen on their way to Illinois for a seminar. The fare was only $7.75 so I couldn't have swapped if I wanted to. I sat at the taxi stand for an hour and a young couple climbed in the back seat. "2800 Central Park West, and take your time, we're in no hurry." The man said. YES!!!! At last a fare that would meet the time and money requirements. I looked in the rear view mirror at the woman, she was young and beautiful, she had.