?What the heck is she doing?? I wondered for the umpteenth time. Finally I heard the door open and she returned. I couldn’t see her as she h...ad left me facing the front of the room. At least I hoped it was her. ?Welcome home, dear,? I said in a plaintive voice. ?Feel like releasing me now?? ?Oh, I don’t think so,? She replied in a singsong voice. ?I think the party has just started. While driving, I realized that I missed how you used to twitch so nicely long ago when. But tonight, I think I will start on the walls for some of the bedrooms." No, the bathroom, kitchen and laundry room," Jane replied as she set her fork down.I rubbed my chin as I looked at Jane as she watched me and I slowly nodded my head. "We will need to run the pipes first, that way we know where everything is going," I said."I know, so we'll all help. I have lots of chalk, some tape measures and the plans. The girls can chalk out the rooms while we set the pipes. Did you notice the size of. It took a moment to register what he was freaking about."Twice," I reminded him. "One night after the other. I did it four times in all, and never got caught."This is from Riding the Rambone too.When I was sixteen, I went for a joyride in my mother's car. They were gone for the weekend and it was Friday night. I knew this road, way out in the country (White Ground Road), which might have been in West Virginia. It was miles long, twisty and turny, and totally deserted. I stopped where power. "You stop me, "Wait."I stop halfway down your front walkway, turn and look at you."Jason, he'll be back in just over an hour. It's hot, and you drove allthe way out here. Why don't you come in, grab a beer and a snack and goout to lunch when he gets back? I'm sure he'd be sad he missed you."I shrug, and walk back up to you with an open smile. "Sounds great. Leadthe way, pretty lady."You turn, smiling as you lead me to the kitchen. You always feel asecret tingle when I call you "pretty lady.".