Page giggles, squirming around until she can get free. “That’s right,” she says in a laugh. “I’m the boss around here.”“That you are,”...he says.Page gives him a wink. “I’ve trained you well these last few years.”“When are you heading out?” Howard asks, changing the subject.“Tomorrow,” she answers. “I’m going to grab a shower before I pack. Have fun at the pool.”“You got it,” he says with a wink. “And you better be careful.”The water has been running for several minutes by the time Howard hangs. Her frustration was beginning to show. The more frustrated she got, the more aggressive she became though, until she was working me over like a well-oiled machine; she was an absolute master of the carnal arts, and she was holding nothing back.She wasn't Angela though. I realized that somewhere deep inside myself. The hypnotic jiggling of Roxanne's rhythm left me in a bit of a daze, and my mind wandered back to Angela — the only girl I'd ever been able to climax with.Angela never spoke. She. Brian was good enough to have put all his other clothes in the laundry room as she had asked. It may have taken 18 years to get this far but Brian was turning out to be the polite young man they had hoped him to be.Brian slept peacefully with his back to the door as Melody titoed in and began gathering up his clothes from the floor. His even rythmic breathing told Melody her teenage son had never heard her enter his room. Not that Brian would mind anymore. He had long given up on trying to have. Hal, bless his Irish heart, said, "Are you going?"."Of course not," I answered, "I'm never at ease in a Catholic church!" I will go there with you," Hal offered. "My wife might be impressed if I say I had communion, she thinks all we do is miss easy spares and buy pitchers of beer."And that is how I, with Presbyterian background and Scottish blood, went to a Catholic funeral several hours before Hal and I were scheduled to bowl in doubles and singles events.Hal and I sat together, not in suits,.