" Mark led the way to the living room, gliding to a halt in front of the row of plastic cases lined up behind the sawhorses. He flipped one onto the m...keshift table and opened it. The case contained a collection of drill bits, each neatly stowed in its proper compartment. He selected one and held it out to her. "This should do you. If I'm not home when you bring it back, just leave it on the table outside the front door."She tucked it into her back pocket. "Will do. Thanks much." She held out. "She threw me her best smile and politely said: "Thank you."I started the engine and pulled into the traffic. Often drawing glimpses at her, totally mesmerized at her display of sensuality and sexuality. Finally I said: "I can't believe that looser ditched you for tonight. There's no excuse for that and I couldn't think of something more pleasured than your presence."Melanie smiled reluctantly and adjusted the folds of her skirt. "That's nice of you to say. And I can tell you that I've really. I hesitated for several seconds. ‘Sure,’ I said as we pulled into a gated community on a golf course in Boulder City, just outside Las Vegas. ‘Thanks. I’ll see you soon.’ He leaned over to kiss my cheek. He had never done that before. This was strange. It’s not a big deal, I thought to myself as I merged with the traffic on Interstate 40, heading east. The morning sun was suddenly in my eyes. I reached down to the glove compartment and pulled out a greasy pair of oversized sunglasses. Don. A few minutes later the man who looked like me came out of the store. He had a rag and a can of polish; he wiped down the motorcycle, shined up the chrome, and removed specs of dirt here and there on the machine. He rolled the motorcycle over and parked it with some others that were for sale. Could it be that he worked there?When the waitress passed by, I flagged her down, smiled, and asked her about the shop across the street: how long had it been there, did she know anyone who worked there,.