He told the old lady that he warnedher from the start that she didn't want to use a red semi-gloss in herkitchen but she insisted. It really was kinda... funny. They both leftslamming the door behind them after exchanging words with Mr. H. I was more concerned how/if this would effect my future personally asopposed to my career as a painter. "I knew I should have refused thatjob," I said at last. "Do you want to stay for dinner? I'm making myworld famous meatloaf!" I said simply to change the. No response to the caller so I keyed my mike and said “I will show you if there is somewhere I could stop close to you.” The reply was yes and the mile marker number was rattled off. I replied, “I’m just coming up on the marker." The reply was look for the red truck. When I rounded the curve there were several red trucks. “Great,” I said to myself. I pulled into the line and then ask if the caller was still there. When the reply came back I could swear the caller was female. I asked which. Probably no one else did either. At that moment I would bet the farm wished they had stopped at the Eve version.I reminded myself that I had a job to do, so I put all those feelings in the 'deal with it later' box and buried it in the back of my circuits or where ever it was stored. I maneuvered the truck down the highway, then into the alley behind my townhouse.I was disgusted with myself, but that couldn't have any effect on my thinking or actions. In other human terms, I had to forgive. Marie finally admitted that she regretted missing this opportunity and we figured that we would never be that lucky again. The travelling business man suited our situation for so many reasons.I don’t think we believed that an opportunity like that would come along again but we had fun on the adult dating sites and found a few local guys who we played with on-line but we never really considered meeting up. Then we stumbled across an overseas couple on-line who were experienced swingers and we.