” “At 7:30 tonight, a panel van will back up to your garage. You are to open the rear of the van get in. If you have any clothing on, it will be... whipped off you. Only complete obedience will be tolerated. Anything less will get you cab fare home. Your call.” Susan got on the phone and called Dawn. She figured if anyone could give her advice, it would be her. Her home, office and cell phone all went to voice mail. She did not leave any messages. Susan’s husband was sitting in front of the TV. Eventually, he took the motorcycle into the shop and began restoring it. As for the Model-T, the local livery stable and Ford dealer bought all the parts from the wrecked car that was salvageable. Within a year there were three wrecked cars next to the garage. The locals christened the area “The Junkyard.”In his spare time, Anselm restored the Indian Brave. Not long afterward he started racing it. In the racing circuit within a couple of hundred miles from San Antonio, he became the most. As we were very open about things I asked her she wanted some beer but she said she was not in mood. After sometime we both were getting bored and she suggested that play a game or something.I acknowledged her idea and we decided to play poker. She brought a deck of cards. The rules were one card had to be drawn the the person with the higher card wins. The stipulation that was added that the looser had to honestly answer the winners question.We played this game for 10-15 mins and asked each. The room had a big black leather sofa, a big-screen TV, a treadmill, and a few weights. Sitting on the sofa he picked up a wireless keyboard and his TV came to life displaying a Windows desktop. I sat next to him and he asked if I'd like to see some photos of Louise. I was expecting wedding pics but the screen filled with Louise wearing a bikini in their garden sunning herself. Her breasts look much larger than I had imagined and her little belly looked cute. She was all-woman and a joy to see..