The most intimate we got over that weekend was a couple of pecks on the cheek so I was keeping to my goal of getting to know a woman first. Going back... Barb decided that she and Connie would ride back to Seattle with me and we had a pleasant drive across the state, chatting almost the whole way accompanied by the bass rumble of the Fury's 440 loafing along at 65 or so across the state and over the pass. She directed me to her apartment and after parking the car I helped her carry Connie and her. There was a full basement and attic for storage, and best of all, the back yard had been converted into a parking lot with space available for six cars. Because the front of the building faced New Lenox Avenue, the side of the building ran along a residential side street, which allowed for easy access to the parking lot. The owner of the building had lived all of his life above the family store that his father had started. Now, at the age of seventy-five, he decided that he'd had enough and was. " So I'm wreckage?" asked Becca just as sourly."Of course not." barked Gidget. "I couldn't imagine the world without you in it. It's just so confusing when you bring men into the picture." You know what I think?" asked Becca. She knew her mother hadn't gone out with a single man all the time she was growing up. "I think you need to get laid."Gidget's reaction was satisfyingly explosive. She was so aghast she was speechless. Becca put up a hand, smiling."See Mom? Women know how to push buttons. Outside his door was a thirty-ish brunette, who looked like she might have a sense of humor. Beyond the guardian to his door was a larger office area, with a number of earnest-seeming people, intent on doing the Gunny knew-not-what."Busy?" The Gunny had stepped outside his office to visit the guardian of his portal."No, not really. I'm free of most of what I used to do before becoming your assistant," the brunette answered."I'm called 'Gunny'," he offered.She nodded. "My uncle was a Marine, and.