She puts the car in drive and drives from the parking lot. Handing in her visitor’s pass with the gate guard, she turns right and follows traffic. ... Gwen, still smiling, remembers all the laughs she and Theo had shared. ‘It’s days like these that make life bearable!’ she thinks. ‘Where I remember him and it makes me smile and not feel like I am breaking down!’ Gwen catches herself smiling in the rear view mirror. “Lord Theo-?” She swears she sees Theo in it, waving at her in her rear. Donald tells her to take her place by her chair, and she quickly assumes her stance. Legs apart, hands behind neck. And she hopes she does not have to confess that she is imagining people walking by seeing her in such a position. ‘Why am I wanting to be on display whenever I am here?’ Emma wonders to herself.She hears Donald behind her moving around fixing something for their lunch. She is a bit hungry. But if at this moment she would feel his touch on her, all thoughts of food would. At least, Dick thought with some relief, he hadn't peed all over those hands. Now, that would be embarrassing. Not that his premature ejaculation wasn't in itself a cause for concern.He'd have to do better next time.There was a next time fortunately but it wasn't for several weeks. And this time the hands were different. Darker skin. Round dimpled knuckles. Shorter nails. But no more expert. This time, however, Dick kept his cool. It took longer until he released himself, although in a vicinity. He was really curious then and asked where the female was. He told the cop that his wife had come with him and had developed a really bad headache. She was in the sleeper feeling sick and trying to take a nap till it was time to go. The cop wasn’t buying it until hubby said, "Here, I’ll show you," and threw open the door and grabbed the curtain to pull it back. It was then that the cop said, "That’s alright. Don’t bother her if she’s not feeling well. I have to go anyway." It was then they.