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penetration - The ability to discern deeply and acutely,or in your case Mr H...the act of entering a country so that the actual establishment of influence is accomplished!!

"Why thank you, kind sir", Beej replied shyly. "How could I refuse such a gracious invitation."

Beej allows Ed to gently lead her to the bar,thinking to herself, "Man, he's realy HOT!!!"

It's a pleasure to meet you, Ed. Don't worry, Mr Ed wasn't a big hit in my neck of the woods." *And you are much too handsome for me to associate you with a talking horse* Beej thought, making herself comfortable and turning slightly on the bar stool to look directly at Ed. "You can call me Beej, although I kind of like Mata Hari. My 'poison' would be a Southern Strangler, I think they know how to make it." Beej smiled sweetly as Ed raised one eyebrow at the name of her preferred beverage.

"Well, if they named the drink after him, he did one thing right in his wicked life," Beej grinned, liking Ed every minute they were together. "You're a little too far east with your assessment of my neck of the woods though. I'm more a Southern Gal," she added, trying to perfect a Lousianna drawl, loving the way Ed smiled at her indulgently.

Beej was captivated by Ed's chuckle, and fell in love with his dimples. She knew she was going to find it very difficult not to fall for his charm. "Oh, Ed. That's the sweetest dinner invitation I've ever had. How could I refuse. Don't worry, I'll keep your heart safe and in one piece."

Was it the sight of Ed's bare flesh that was making Beej feel a little faint, or the thought that some bitch of a woman had actually shot this sweet man. She had to stop herself from reaching out to caress his scar. Pulling herself together, she realised that Ed was waiting for an answer to the question she only half heard. Would she mind taking a two hour drive withthis man... Hell no!! Would she be able to eat in front of him...Hell no!! Would she accept his invitation...HELL YES!!! Wondering briefly what kind of car Ed owned, Beej replied.

"I've never been to Hilton Head. I would be honoured to accompany you there for a meal." Taking the arm he offered, Beej smiled up at Ed as they made their way out of the bar.

Beej allowed herself to be impressed. A Jag of all things. She wondered why Ed would favour a classic English car above some of the flashy American models she'd seen. He must be in a senior position to be able to afford first to buy, then to run a beauty like this, and she loved the colour.

Easing herself into the sumptuous leather seat, she remembered the last time she had been in a leather upholstered car, also while in America, and hoped this one didn't affect her the same way...static shocks...she was sure she would be fine though, as this was so superior to the last one.

She watched Ed sprint round to the drivers seat and smiled over at him as he adjusted her seat belt and then fastened his own.

"Let's compromise," she said, touching his knee gently. "How about background Bach and conversation."

As Ed adjusted the volume on the DVD player, Beej thought she could happily listen to him talk all night long.

As Ed slowed down and pulled to the side of the road, Beej gripped the the door handle. Had she read Ed wrong? Was he just spinning her a line? She looked out of the window to see if there was any place she could run to fast enough if necessary.

Then Ed turned to her and smiled and he spoke. Did he just say what she thought he said?

Relaxing visibly, she returned his smile. "OMG! You just have to be kidding me right? You're willing to let me drive your car? I've never driven a left hand drive before."

Before she managed to talk him out of it, she was out of the passenger door and round to the drivers side. Opening the door, she looked down at Ed. "Budge over then, or do you intend me to drive sitting on your lap?"

Ed giggled and moved across to the passenger seat, allowing Beej to take his place behind the wheel. She loved the warmth of the leather he'd just vacated. She watched him fasten his seat belt before leaning towards him. Kissing him gently on his cheek, she gazed into his beautiful eyes.

"Thank you for trusting me," she whispered, before adjusting the seat, rearview mirror and wheel position, and slowly turning the key, smiling as the powerful engine roared into life.

His touch on her shoulder was like a bolt of lightening pulsing down her body to the tips of her toes. She eased her foot off the gas and slowed slightly.

"Jump school? We're not talking pogo sticks here are we Ed. Would you care to elaborate, or should I start sharpening the bamboo splinters?" Beej glanced over and giggled at the look on Ed's face.

"I'm glad you enjoyed my driving. I have to say I'm more used to two wheels than four. Driving your baby has been an experience...for both of us by your reaction. As for the cop, shame he wasn't up for the chase, I'd have had a good excuse ready, never fear."

Beej pulled over and turned to face Ed. She studied his face, considering whether or not she should say what was in her head. She didn't want to ruin the impression she hoped she had made on him so far. Oh well, he was willing to open up a bit to her, so in for a penny, in for a pound.

"Okay, first answer. My wheels have a Harley Heritage Softail Classic sitting on top of them," she paused, hoping she hadn't turned into a biker babe in his eyes. Taking a deep breath and inhaling slowly,she continued.

"And as for the speed cop...well, I'd just take you hand in mine, smile sweetly at him and say, "I'm so sorry for going a little fast, officer. You see, my boyfriend and I are trying to have a baby, and I'm ovulating!"

The words left her mouth only seconds before the blush broke out over her face, across her chest and down her arms. 'Oh shit, I think I may have blown it', she thought sadly.