I took the items I had sorted out the day before and put them in the bag. Trish was making idle conversation. I glanced over from time to time and she...was still giving me a show. I had to keep my concentration on packing.The toiletry bag was next. Trish slid off the bed and asked if I wanted more coffee. I said yes and she took my cup off the dresser. She headed to the kitchen. I watched her walk out of the room. This was the first time I'd ever seen her bare legs and damn she was sexy. I could. But that would not be the real humiliation, would it? The real humiliation, the definite one, would be her leaving now, without even trying.Leave now, she said to herself, and you'll never be able to look at yourself again.A tear formed in the corner of an eye. Then it rolled down her cheek. Not able to move a muscle she stood there. She looked into the dark night beyond her reflection. Then, slowly, she turned on her heels. She walked back into the cool marble space. She felt her teeth grind. "I went outside wondering how we were all going to crawl into the front of the LSC, such as it was, since the doors were welded shut anyway. But Steve was putting our bags in Daddy's Expedition."What are you doing?" I asked him and Steve grinned at me. "I thought we were taking Thunder?" Are you crazy?" Steve laughed at me then. "We gotta put her back in the barn though." But I thought..." I was totally deflated, even though I knew there was no freakin' way we could drive that car to Oregon. "I. It was Ron the bisexual lawn care boy he was wearing a white “T” shirt and shorts. A huge smile as I looked into his deep blue eyes. “Hi Miss Michelle hope I am not bothering you (bothering me, I fucked myself almost every day since last week thinking of him). Oh Of course not Ron please come in I will get you a cold drink. As he entered into the kitchen he said “I was in the neighborhood and thought I would check on the flower beds they could us watering” (Thinking to myself, that’s not the.