Jim met Betsy Lee at an auto mechanics shop on highway I ninety eight in Lakeshore Florida. He had gone there to I see about the repair of a motor cycle tire, but they didn't work on motorcycles. As Jim approached, a lady walked out the door of the shop. When they greeted each other as she passed by, he thought, "Wow! What a lady." He knew some of the people there, and thought she must be the wife or girlfriend of the owner. He left that day and never returned to that business. They had directed him to Sammy's motorcycle shop, and He had the tire repaired there. He didn't know then the lady was Betsy Lee.

Several years later, He was looking for someone to repair his gold Sun Bug Volkswagen. He had purchased it after he and his first wife divorced. He traded his Plymouth Fury for it because he was driving almost continuously, and it reduced his gas expenses substantially. Roy's Volkswagen repair shop was recommended to him so he decided to go there. He was standing at the counter talking to some of the clerks when this lady walked in. One look at her and her response to him just knocked him off his feet. She went out as quickly as she had come in. He asked one of the clerks: "Who was that?" One of them replied: "That's Betsy Lee Harding, Roy Harding's wife, that's who she is." "Who is Roy Harding?" he asked. "He's the owner of this business," She replied. "That's too bad, too bad." he said. She had really caught his attention. Jim went away hoping he would meet her again. He went back several days later to check on his Volkswagen. It was late that day, toward closing time when he arrived. His nephew dropped him off. He knew it would probably be ready. He opened the door and stepped up to the counter. Betsy was seated just inside an office behind the counter. She came out to the counter as she saw him enter. "I came in the other day and left my gold sun bug Volkswagen for Roy to work on. Do you know if it is ready yet?" He asked. "Let me check a moment outside and see." Betsy opened the side door and stepped outside to the work area. Standing there, he thought to himself, "I don't think I have ever seen a person so pleasing to look at. She is so beautiful." He thought about how he had felt when he saw her here the other day. Jim was a bit uneasy there, as he anticipated her reentry. She came back through the door with a big smile and said, "Yes, it's ready Let me step back into the office and complete the invoice and I'll be right back out." He waited, and after a moment she came back out to the counter with the invoice. "The mechanic will bring it around to the front for you. Look over this invoice and sign it down at the bottom." "Will you take my check?" He asked. "Sure," she said. "Do you need my driver's license?" "No. I won't need that. I know who you are." "You do? How do you know that?" Jim asked. "Well, I remember you from our old place down on ninety eight. I remember you coming in there one day asking about a motorcycle tire." "Oh yeah," He said. "I remember now." Gosh He thought to himself. That was over three years ago. "I saw you there, too." He said. "I just didn't realize that you were you." "I hope I'm me." She laughed. They laughed together, and he could feel a relaxed, shared attraction flow between them. He looked over the invoice. He saw where she had signed it at the top. "Betsy". He signed it at the bottom in bold strokes. He gave her the invoice and proceeded to write the check for the work. As he wrote, he noticed her looking at his signature at the bottom of the invoice. She was fidgeting with her pencil as she looked and had a contemplating expression on her face. He was moved by this. Their eyes met when he handed her the check, and emotion surged through him. He knew she could sense it. She did not resist or turn away. It was a brief but shared moment. "Thank you very much." She said. "Come back if you have other work later on. We appreciate your business." "I will." He said, and looked around to see if his car was there. "It's right over there by that Pontiac Trans Am." She said. "Oh, I see it. Is that your car?" He asked "Yes, it is. That's what I've been driving lately." She said. "I'll see you again one day, as he turned to go out the door." "Ok." she said. He walked over to his gold Volkswagen by the Trans Am. Jim knew she was in a class above him. He was struggling just to keep up with his bills and child support, and He didn't own a home. He had given it to his ex wife when they separated so the children would have a familiar atmosphere after their separation. Jim glanced back inside as he started to open his door. She waved as she saw him look. He waved back, got in his car and left.

Jim went back many times after that to have repair work on his car. As their relationship grew He found excuses to go there, and they talked together often. She drove the Pontiac Trans Am for a while, and then a 280Z. Jim didn't try to see her anywhere else, just at the shop. She was such a kind and considerate person toward him. He didn't know what her personal or social life was like. She was married, though, and he would respect that. She was always very active around the shop, zipping around taking care of business. All of the men around liked her and competed for her attention. Jim believed Roy and one of his colored workers had begun to realize he wasn't coming there just to get his Volkswagen repaired, but they liked getting the business. Jim made a casual relationship with Roy and had begun to like him. He was there one day while they were working on his Volkswagen and walked out into the shop. His car was on the rack. Roy was there. "Well, Roy, are you about to get it?" He asked. "Yeah — he's finishing up. It will be ready in a little while." "You really drive that little car a lot don't you? It has a lot of miles on it since you were here last and that wasn't long ago." "Yeah, I am on the run all of the time. I work three jobs and it keeps me running." Jim said. "I thought you were a teacher." He replied. "I am, but I'm divorced and have children with child support. I work two more jobs to keep up." "What else do you do?" He asked. "Well I work part time at County General Hospital on the weekends and teach Aviation Ground School on Tuesday and Thursday night." "You are a pilot?" He asked. "Yes, I am a civilian pilot. I have an old J3 that I fly a lot. I rent it through a club I have at Lakeshore Airfield. Do you drive race cars?" Jim asked. "I see the race car over there that is being overhauled." "Yes, I build my own cars. I have raced at the Fire Ball Speedway in Lakeshore. I won there one time." He replied. "I race, but it is usually on the highway. There's always somebody that wants to try to get ahead." Jim said. "That's a lot more dangerous than driving the speedway; you never know what they will do next." He chuckled. Jim looked around the shop. He saw a punching bag hanging up over in the corner. Roy was short, stocky and well built. Jim thought maybe he was, or had been, a boxer at one time. He didn't ask him though. He needed to go to the restroom, so he asked Roy if he had a restroom he could use. Roy said, "Yeah, right over there in that corner. You can see the door right there. "Thanks." He said and walked that way. When He opened the door, He got a shock! Pasted on the inside of the door was a full sized, almost completely nude female model with a big smile on her face, and right over the toilet was another one. He moved on out quickly but the experience had started his pulse racing. He looked around for Roy but he was gone....