"Hey," I said as I reached over and lovingly wiped the tear from her cheek. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to snap at you. You didn't do anything wrong. Yo... just didn't know that we shouldn't play while I am driving. OK?"She looked over at me and nodded. Another tear escaped from the corner of her eye and she leaned against the door and fell silent.I looked in the rear view mirror and noticed Boner in the back calmly watching the scenery fly by.I turned my attention back to the road; my thoughts. Her face was void of expression as she accepted the purse, and she was opening the door when she turned to look at me. Her sudden smile was infectious."I love you, Sammy," she said, leaving without looking back."Rule number ten," I said, but she was already gone and couldn't hear me. "Zip up the back of your dress," I said, knowing I was talking to the door.It was ten minutes to four, and I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. I showered quickly, dug swimming trunks out of my bag, and looked. . well, therewas no good way to put this; Jerry was a geek. Like me, he had beenterrorized by Eddie Matthews. After graduation, my friend had gone towork for Genesee Industries, a relatively new, up-and-coming defensecontractor. Jerry and I still got together for lunch whenever we could.A recent get-together had changed my life forever.Jerry confessed on the hush-hush he was part of a development team thathad perfected a new electronics suite for military aircraft; an honest-to-goodness. So are your friends are moreimportant than your wife, I'd asked. At that point he'd caved in andagreed he would go shopping for me. Was he sure he didn't mind, of coursenot he'd answered. He did mind when I told him that I wanted him topurchase some knickers for me. At first he suggested that he would haveno idea as to what I liked or wanted. Easy I said telling what size andstyle I preferred. Then he said what if I didn't like what he chose. Whydon't you just buy what you like they will be.