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happily surprised that is,” I said attempting to get back in her good grace. “So, you told my aunt before you told me. But that’s all right.”
    “It’s all good Mr. Pierce. At least you kept your career choices for me at a respectable level,” she said. “You could have said nightclub dancer, masseuse, or bimbo receptionist.”
    “Yes, I guess I could have,” I tossed back playfully. “But your remarkable intelligence is quite obvious. That I knew from the moment I first lay eyes on you.”
    “Then why did you have such a hard time believing that I could be an aerospace engineer?”
    “Like I said, I knew you were intelligent all along, I –”
    “– I’m just teasing you Sheldon. Everything’s copasetic.”
    “So where’s your car, if I may ask? Surely someone who designs spacecraft and space stations can drive.”
    “Yes, I can drive, and quite well, thank you,” she replied looking over at me pointedly. “And for your information, I own a two year old $80,000 Mercedes. I bought it new. But it’s in the body shop for some custom work I am having done on it, along with a new paint job.”
    “You mean to tell me that you have a practically brand new Mercedes Benz and it’s in the body shop for some custom work and a new paint job, already?” I cried out. God, she’s beautiful and intelligent but still a woman hard to please , I thought.
    “Look, I didn’t like the color so I decided to change it. The interior wasn’t quite the way I wanted it so that’s being attended to. What’s wrong with that?” she quipped.
    “Hey, it makes sense to me,” I replied with a chuckle.
    “You amuse yourself, don’t you,” she said, breaking into a light chuckle herself.
    By now a Jill Scott tune came on. It was a song entitled Living My Life Like It’s Golden . The songstress hailed from Philadelphia.
    “Hey, that’s my gal! That’s my song!” Diana roared. “Please, can you turn it up?”
    “Sure thing,” I replied as I upped the volume some twenty decibels louder.
    Once again, as we cruised along the interstate, the two of us found ourselves singing along with the music as the countryside around us raced by. In addition to singing, Diana clapped her hands spiritedly. With my free hand, I pounded the dash as though it was a drum. It was such an inspiring and upbeat song, and one with an arresting beat, that we played it twice. Inside I was content to get Diana’s mind off of her situation with Jack. But for how long, I did not know. If only there was a way to lose her phone. Now that would solve both of our problems.
    As we approached the Florida state line, we spotted several US Border Patrol armor vehicles positioned on the grassy median like predators ready to pounce on their prey, along with several Florida State Trooper cruisers and several Homeland Security patrol cars. A sign of the times, I imagined. Less than a minute after that intimidating sight we entered the fine state of Georgia.
     
     

Chapter 4
     
     
     
    P arking the car at one of several pumping stations at a travel center, we exited the Navigator, both of us stretching and yawning. You would have thought that we had been up all night. Though we were only three miles into the Peach state, I had developed an insatiable taste for a cream doughnut and something with caffeine in it to help keep me alert. Diana just wanted to stretch her legs and grab a dark chocolate bar with almonds and something to read. So we decided to pull off of the interstate and gas up and purchase a few items.
    Putting on my sunglasses I stared in silence as she tugged at her short skirt, then stopped when she spied me looking at her. Damn, the legs on that woman , I thought.
    “Hey, you get an eyeful?’ she asked, looking back at me with a coy smile.
    “An eyeful of what?” I said, pretending ignorance.
    “Of this,” she quipped, turning around in a way that showcased her scrumptious looking legs and round bottom before strutting off. I just