Voice mail messages.She took the phone back and put it on speaker, dialing the voice mail number. She entered her code and was told that she had twelv... messages. All twelve were from Wanda. Depending upon the message, she was either frustrated or angry or both. It got worse as the messages went on. She had a couple of names for John that surprised me in one or them.We went outside."Twelve messages, Daddy. How could you?" How could I what? I've been outside with you since I got home." Well, I. ’ ‘I hope you didn’t make a big deal of my writing honey, because that’s just for my own pleasure.’ ‘Oh, I know that, and that’s what I told her. She still wanted to know what you write and so forth.’ ‘Did you tell her I write porn?’ ‘Well no, I told her you write erotica and mysteries.’ ‘Well, that’s true as far as it goes.’ ‘I want to hire her as our housekeeper.’ Well, there it was. ‘Honey, we talked about that. She’ll last about a month, and then she’ll never return, or will show up. When Mary first entered our home, she was as frumpy as Mrs. Doubtfire and if I didn't know better, I would have thought it was an older sister of hers or some sort.I thanked her for coming, then asked one more time if she was really sure about this turn of events?She said, "Life is all about choices. Too many people 'settle' for someone or something because they aren't committed to doing what is necessary to make it all work out. We live with the risks."I countered, "Yes, but there is an old. She smiled and left from there.The next morning, I was about to leave for the gym. Nilam was outside her room and gave a smile. I smiled back and wished her a good morning. She told me that she wanted to talk to me. And that she wanted to join the gym. Nilam looks young and beautiful with a good figure of approximately 36-30-38.She told me that she used to go to the gym every morning before shifting to Pune. I told her that the gym was nearby. I asked her to join me and she agreed. From the.