The car was a 1951, two-toned green, Chevy Deluxe, with an in-line six-cylinder, and an automatic transmission. It cost me all of $50.00. It was old, ...but it looked decent and ran well. It only used a quart of oil a week, and the six cylinder engine got pretty good gas mileage, not that gas mileage was a major consideration in 1964. Gas was 25-30 cents a gallon.I was the only guy in my group to have his own car. That made me rather popular among my peers. Four or five of the guys would each chip. I stared behaving like his wife. Not to mention he was a widower himself. I showed him what all I bought to which he reacted taking interest which my Husband never did. Though he was old but to be honest I had fallen for him and his money.During the way he kept smooching me and fondling me and his driver was constantly seeing us. He kept touching me here and there and he told me to call him Rajesh itself. I think he also had fallen for me. We reached Agra and checked into 5 star hotel. It was. Bonnie looked at me and said, "Congratulations to you too, Jessica.Are you going to quit your job now?"Courtney looked at Jane, who looked at Renee who looked at Courtney.Then, they all looked at the floor, at the ceiling, at anywhere butBonnie and me. "Um, no, Bonnie. Why would I?"She smiled sweetly, the vinegar overpowering the honey. "Well, now,that Dan's been promoted, you don't need the second income. You don'thave to work anymore."I wanted to tell her off, to call her a retrograde. ‘Of course,’ I returned, that’s how guys have wet dreams.’ ‘Wet dreams, what are they, Pete?’ ‘You must know, who are you kidding, baby?’ She giggled like a young girl and confided that she did. That was then -p and now? Momentarily she took a breather, lifted her head and saw that I was awake, enjoying her spoiling. ‘That nice as always, darling?’ she whispered still grasping me like nobody’s business, like it was going to disappear or something! ‘Divine, then it always is, baby – from the.