Posted April 08, 2019 09:08:30 The following is an excerpt from the book The Lad by Robert Lamb and his wife, Jill.
A few weeks ago, I was on a road trip with Jill, when we pulled over to fill up the tank of gas.
I was a bit concerned about how much gas I had, so I asked her if she wanted to put the car in gear.
As she looked around at the empty tank, I wondered how much time she was going to spend in the backseat of the car, where the gas was, or in the trunk.
But Jill reassured me that it was okay, as long as we stayed where we were.
“It’s fine, we’re just going to park the car where it is,” she said.
After that, she drove the car home, and I asked if I could stay overnight.
She said, “sure,” and we got a motel room.
Jill and I both had a feeling that we were in for a rough night.
For one thing, we both drove the same gas station.
But what we had in common was that the motel room was a motel.
As we were walking out of the motel, Jill looked back at me and said, “…you don’t want to leave us.”
She went to grab my wallet and then started looking for her keys.
“I’m not leaving, so please just don’t leave me,” she told me.
She was very clear about what she wanted, but she was very firm about what that meant.
I couldn’t imagine anyone else wanting me to leave them.
The next thing I know, Jill is out of my car and into the car with me.
It wasn’t until I got home that I realized that I had been talking with Jill about leaving the motel.
After we got back home, I realized I hadn’t spoken to Jill about this before, and even though I told Jill about my worries, she kept her words to herself.
She didn’t want me to worry about her leaving me, she just wanted me to get a motel, so she could get her gas.
Jill told me that she was scared that she wouldn’t be able to find a motel in the area she had just been staying in.
But she also told me I could do whatever I wanted, because she had no other options.
When we went to the motel with the motel keys in hand, Jill told us that she couldn’t leave us because she didn’t have them, and that she had to get them.
I don’t know what she meant by that.
I told her I wasn’t going to get her a motel because I didn’t need them.
Jill was confused, and she had me sign a form that I would have to give her a credit card number for my credit card, so that she could check out my account and get the gas money she was hoping to get.
She gave me a card, and then she gave me her credit card.
She also said that she would have no problem using the gas.
She could get us gas in a week.
When Jill left, I didn, too.
Jill left the motel and I didn.
I had a bad feeling about leaving her.
It was a long drive home.
Jill kept telling me to stay in the car and to stay quiet, so as not to disturb her.
I went to my parents’ house to see if Jill was home.
It turned out that she wasn’t.
We found her in a parking lot.
I got out of there with a smile on my face.
Jill had left me with no money, no gas, and no motel room to sleep in.
Jill didn’t seem like a person who had no sense of boundaries.
We had a long discussion about how we should get the car fixed and she told us to go to a gas station to pick up a bottle of gas that was just sitting on the side of the road.
I asked what that was, and Jill told the story of how she came across the gas station while trying to buy gas, only to find it empty.
She couldn’t get the money for the gas, so instead she just drove home.
But that wasn’t good enough for me.
I didn�t want Jill to leave me.
Jill never left me.
But I had to keep a close eye on her.
What I saw was a person I loved.
She seemed very sincere, and seemed like a good person.
She made me feel safe.
She showed me that kindness, and it really helped me overcome the feelings that I was feeling.
When I think back on what Jill did for me, I realize that I didn`t need to ask her to leave.
I just needed to do what she told, and do it the right way.