Mark pressed the handle, milking the last touch of gas into the car before returning the nozzle to the pump. He looked to the pump's display to reques...t a receipt, but was first faced with a question. Would you like a discount car wash? Yes... No... Mark was about to hit no, but suddenly an idea popped into his head. He pushed yes and then requested his receipt. In a few moments the small piece of paper came out of the pump.After grabbing the receipt, Mark slipped back into the car and started. "Yes… um… I thought it was a date…" Stacy mumbles. "Good. Glad we got that cleared up. I'm sorry, I'll stop teasing you so much. I'm just trying to help you relax." Stacy nods with an embarrassed smile and takes a deep breath. "So, how long have you worked there as a waitress?" Stacy asks, trying to take the focus off her. Becca smiles. She crosses her legs and her foot accidentally rubs against Stacy's under the table. She keeps it there. "About a year. After college I moved to the city and. The storm outside raged unabated. Then came the knock on the door. Opening the door, there in the rain stood her husbands best friend. Mark. One look at his face said more than she wanted to know. She fainted at his feet. When she came to Mark told her that her husband was riding home with him in this storm. A bolt of lighting, or perhaps the crash of thunder, no matter, something had spooked her husbands' horse. Thrown, he landed on a rock, which caved in the side of his skull. He never moved. Dan then said, “I just moved into this place about a year ago. Would you like to come in and see the work I had done on it. I had to gut a lot of it.”My wife immediately said, “Sure!” as we all three got out of the car. Dan led the way as we walked into his living room. He went on about the work he did on it and took us into the kitchen. There he did a complete makeover and it looked very nice.Dan then said, “Before you go I need to show you my new bedroom set. I just got it about two weeks.