We talk a bit. Well, he talks at me and I sometimes nod but eventually I'm answering. Now I'm feeling good. Happier. Smiling. My drink is half gone an...d I'm laughing and joking with the guy next to me. He's watching and he's got these little crinkles in the corners of his eye. Little wrinkles here and there, happy ones that say he's had a decent life. I don't even notice when he puts his hand on my thigh. No, instead, I'm laughing about some story he's told... some... it's hard to remember. Some. ’ ‘She can have all she wants.’ Like a popped balloon she exclaimed, ‘Really? ‘Cause she wants a lot.’ ‘Ummph,’ he grunted. ‘Like, a lot! Can I make a standing appointment for one p.m? Just set a reminder in your phone, ‘it’s one o’clock, time to fuck Ai,’?’ ‘Everyday?’ He knew she was serious. ‘Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got a regimen I’m working on for you.’ ‘A regimen?’ ‘Yeah, a training routine, y’know? Like… Ouff!’ she sounded like a train being rammed in the caboose when he hit her hard. They took off going North, then followed Ward Street over to Elm Street, which they followed South. There was still snow on the ground, and the temperatures were chilly, but they were fine. They continued their walk to Main Street, past Steuben, and on to Church Street and around "The Green". All the while, they talked about various ideas they had for the future. They both wondered if they could do anything to prevent the Challenger Incident; he wondered if he could help prevent the losses in. I had called back home, and told my mother that I ought to be arriving sometime Wednesday or Thursday, but that it was a long drive, over 2,400 miles and not to worry if I didn’t get home until Friday. I had two man tent among my gear, and planned on camping out rather than staying in a motel. The drive was 35 to 36 hours, and doing it in two days meant 17½ to 18 hours each day behind the wheel. It was doable, but if I got sleepy, it wouldn’t be until well after dark, which would make finding a.