”“I do.”“And no matter where life takes us, this is going to be important to you, right?”“Absolutely.”“So at a minimum, I should know ...nough about it to understand you, right?”“Are you sure you shouldn’t switch to law, Miss Prosecuting Attorney?” I chuckled. “But yes.”“If I ever utter the words ‘I think I might want to go to law school’ you have my permission to have me committed to the nearest asylum!”“We already live in Rickenbacker Dorm at Taft! And I’m going to be an RA!”“So the inmates are. We met at the parking lot next to the trail we intended to hike. Both of us knew that after we got to her place, not only would we watch the horse race, but we'd have drippy, messy sex, with our fluids smeared all over each other. The anticipation of getting sticky with each others' come made our hike all the more exciting.As soon as we were down the trail and out of sight of the main road, we pressed our bodies together in a hungry embrace. I pushed one hand under her pullover and unfastened. In the end I said yes and she gave me a big kiss and thanked me. The more I thought about it though, the more I wanted to know how she would react, so the next day on my way home from work I stopped by the bar and had a long talk with the bartender. For a hundred bucks and the promise of a hundred more he agreed to put Margie and her friends at a table up front and to set up my video camera so that it would tape them.It was three in the morning when the garage door opened up and brought me out. "But how am I going to do that, there's no cash point here on the motorway, is there?" she said, getting slightly annoyed. He looked at her again for what seemed like a minute. "Well," he finally said. "There is one other solution to your dilemma. Step out of the car!" "Okay??!" she whispered, as she opened her door and climbed out of the car. "Yes?" she looked at him inquisitively."Spread your arms and legs, I will have to frisk you," He ordered. With a big sigh she did as he asked her to do,.