That shook me a bit as that wasn’t the case but my bringing up and conservative family had somehow drilled it into me that infidelity was an incorri...gible sin and this was analogous. My situation as a divorcee apparent still did not make me unequivocally single. So, I guess unconsciously I was making excuses to myself for being with a man often. My young son’s perception of this is what threw me into a defensive mode. What that did was that we met outside and Chuck would visit at home, say. Sam stared at me, jaw tense. “We’ll talk about this tomorrow.” “Fine,” was all I gave him before he walked away. His car door slammed, hard enough the rock the frame. It came to life on the first turn of the ignition, and he barely got it into gear before peeling out into the street faster than anyone should do safely. Matt's warm hand fell on my shoulder, turning me toward him. “You okay?” Jaw set heavily, I nodded. My eyes burned. “You sure. You look like you're going to cry.”. “Sit on the driver’s seat while I get this straight” as he opened the curtain to the big walk-in sleeper. Sara had never seen the inside of a road tractor before, all the lights, switches and controls, and was amazed by the room. Cliff was tossing clothes into the corner of the sleeper, threw back the bed sheets, and she watched as he set the video camera on a shelf. “You’re NOT filming me again” Sara demanded. “No honey, I hooked it up to the TV so I can show you the video.” Cliff pulled her. They’ll leave if they’re allowed to.’ She said. ‘Will they go on their own or will they want to come with us? I don’t know how many girls I can fit into this car.’ He said. She smiled at him. ‘You don’t want all us sexy hookers in here with you?’ She asked, teasing him. He smiled. ‘I’m just worried about space. I can handle a bunch of hookers!’ He chided back. Gina smiled and giggled as Jess came back. Jack got out of the car and popped the trunk. He pulled the six bags out and put them into.