"You have your phone?" he asked. She nodded. "Enter this into your phone". She took down his number. "For if you're feeling dirty..." He smiled and wa...ked away his arm tracing across her shoulders as he headed out of the room.My wife turned around and headed straight out towards the women's locker room. No gaze. Nothing. A few minutes later I got a text saying to meet her in the car - she was ready to leave.I took my time, showered, got out to the car and sat waiting. She walked out of the gym.. I end up watching videos or soap operas or cleaning orpreparing dinner. I haven't gone out dancing in ages, but I practicea lot with the boys.March 18th, 2007I forgot about the journal. Mark mentioned that I hadn't been addingnew entries and that he felt it would be appropriate for me todescribe what I am. I am a sexy maid! I figured it out the other day.I have been wearing a maids uniform for weeks, since I showed Markthe present Adam gave me. I have a few different ones, some are. Whoever taught them the art of fisticuffs taught them well because they did beat the living hell out of more than sixteen of them,” Wade picked up the story, then continued...“I got to tell you, Eli, they killed eight of them right there on the docks. I mean literally beat them to death with their fists and the clubs they took away from that bunch. There are two more of them who may not live. There was blood all over that loading dock when the fight was over!”“How bad did they hurt my boys?”. Carpenter turned and looked at his house with pride, as he always did. Today the rooms felt like a cocoon, all safe and warm, protecting him from the coming storm. He stood there, taking in the reddish-gray brick and varnished redwood walls, the deep gray slate floor, the massive fireplace – all the visible hallmarks of one who’d studied Wright’s style of architecture for decades. His house had become his calling card, and then his reason for being, for more than thirty years he had called this.