“The pump doesn’t work,” I said. The clerk seemed unusually flustered and she was a bright red. “Come in and close the door,” she hastily re...uested. I stepped into the small office. and closed the door behind me. It was a tight squeeze. We were barely inches apart. “Lock it,” she said. I wasn’t sure I heard her right. “Lock it,” she repeated as she reached out and placed her hand on my crotch. I didn’t have to be asked a third time. “Would you like to fuck me?” she asked, with her hand. ‘First of all, because I hate dating, especially at my age, and secondly, because every woman I’ve ever met has tried to make me into something I’m not.’ Penny grinned in spite of herself, she knew exactly what that felt like. But it was the wine that had loosened her tongue as well as her curiosity. Had it not been for that, her next question might never have been asked. Will certainly was an attractive looking man, even she had to admit that to herself, but he was the first one she’d ever met. In the first eight years with Tim, she'd invested her time building her marriage nest: food, shelter, finances, and relationships. She was ready to have Tim's baby.It wasn't an epiphany, but Eve had watched as Tim became more focused on his personal life than on their married life. Tim valued his work and his relationships with other people more than he desired a family. It was apparent Tim wasn't interested in children and family life. Eve's sexual interest in Tim diminished and waned as a. In other words this road to Under Partny was just a long-cut (rather than a short-cut) to nowhere in particular.Bucolic, I think that’s the word.“When I first came here there was still sawdust in the Saloon Bar”“You sound like an old man”“I know, but it really is a throwback. It may have moved on a little, but not too much”Before we went in I got her to switch off and then start the engine again. It started easily; of course it was warm, but the engine turned over fine. The battery was charged.