It wasn't until after lunch that I had a chance to talk with Mark and David. I was out back, behind the garage working on the transmission of a John D...eere D9 which is a honkin' big tractor, if you didn't know. It just didn't want to go into reverse anymore, but that wasn't bad. I like tractors a lot. They're simple mostly, especially the older ones like the D9, and tearing into a transmission is always a good workout."Hey." Mark came around the corner, followed by David."Hi." I smiled at them. Hollister?" Right." Just hop in, you're the only one this flight."We were there in under 15 minutes. The landscape was uninteresting. The conversation non-existent.At the resort, there was a tubby chap in a knit shirt and shorts waiting under the awning."Oh, Dr. Hollister," he began. "I'm so glad to meet you, this has been so distressing." And he extended a moist palm."Well. Let me dump my stuff in my room and you can tell me all about the 'bugs'." Right, right. Unh. Jonny, could you take Dr.. I was just about to carry them to the garage when shestopped me."Stacy, you are a great guitar player. Technically you are better thananyone I've ever met, but you aren't playing with heart. If you want tobe one of the true greats someday you've got to put yourself into yourmusic and play from within."I thought about what Brenda had said all through lunch. I still playedthe solos like I had learned them during the second half of practicethough. Once we finished practice Cindy announced that we. ”“Okay, Dad,” Drew said.“Kendall,” Adam said, “go get your room key and find out where we need to take all this stuff.”“Okay, Daddy.” Then she turned to Gina. “You wanna go with me?”“Sure,” Gina said.Then the two girls waved to me and headed toward the apartment building’s lobby.For a moment, I watched Kendall as she walked away from the parking lot. She was as tall as I, with long, long legs that ended in a gorgeous ass. Even wearing a pair of Bermuda shorts, her legs looked good. Then my eyes.