I follow her to work every morning, just to be sure she gets there safely. If her car were to ever break down, I'd want to be the one who stopped and offered to look underneath the hood for her. I'm a mechanic by trade so I'm pretty good at fixing cars.
Lily works as a librarian at Elm Creek Public Library. Luckily, it's on my way to work so I can see her safely off to her job then slide into my own a few minutes later at Mike's Auto Repair Shop to punch my card.
I think of nothing but Lily all morning long. I wonder if she ate breakfast before work or if she's sneaking a jelly doughnut behind the library counter. I wonder if she's wearing panties and if so what color they are. I wonder what her evening plans are. Curling up on the couch with a paperback romance? Or perhaps going out with her girlfriends to the coffee shop down the street?
You probably wonder how I get my work done while thoughts of Lily battle my mind for control. The truth of the matter is I'm a very skilled mechanic and I can pretty much work with my eyes closed. When I was growing up, my dad would no sooner take a car to a garage to be fixed than he'd run to the store for an ear of corn. "Son," Dad said, "never pay someone else to do something that you can do for yourself." I adopted that philosophy for myself and I think I'd make Lily a pretty good husband.