Hank sat in the driveway for a moment, the engine in his obscene SUV idling as he held his finger on the button to open the door, uncertain as to whether she'd be there, uncertain as to what he'd do if she was. He tapped the button and the door slowly rolled up, revealing her...naked as the day she was born, kneeling in the center of the garage, her hands clasped behind her head. At least she still knows how to assume the position, he thought. Some of what I taught her stuck.