On top of that it was just a great day to be out on the bike, and now we could listen to music while the miles zipped by.I spent the time while those ...miles zipped on in thought. The silent, me only kind, though I assumed Cooper would get at least a sense of it, the way things seemed to be working.I wondered how we seemed to let ourselves get caught up in so much minutia. Buying a cell phone at the drop of a hat, same with a laptop and now a home gym. Thinking about doing the same for a waffle. I thought she must be in her mid-thirties and she was stunningly beautiful, but there seemed to be a hint of steel behind that face."Where is your friend, ma'am?" I asked her."Oh, through here. Please, call me Susan."I followed her to the back of the house to a fair sized dining room. It had been decorated in a mock medieval style and had some wooden beams rising from the floor, pretending to support the roof. It was to one of these beams that Susan's friend had been handcuffed.I got a big. But damn! Until I saw her in Winnipeg I hadn’t even noticed a woman.She has her hair cut so there isn’t a whole lot of maintenance required.Corrine’s eyes are a little more almond shaped and prettier, but Sharon’s mouth is prettier. Overall, her face isn’t as pretty as Cory’s. And she’s built a little differently. Maybe a little fuller breasts and bigger butt.I wonder what it might feel like to have your hands on that woman’s butt!Down, old man!If you can’t be around her without thinking about. He had always compared other women to his wife, but this one was impossible to do that with. So this one he evaluated differently. This part of the story is a bit mushy, because she wasn't aware of what was happening between them either. From her viewpoint she had to stay there, so she did. She had to make sure Wyndham built another machine, so she could go back home, so she did. She had to contribute towards her upkeep too, so in the wild spirit that probably let her survive the whole thing in.