”“Agnes, this is going to be difficult. I keep wanting to poke my erection into you.”“Okay, I guess we had better put on some clothes. I keep ...anting you to do that also. You would never learn, and I won’t be able to teach you.”We spent the next several days dancing together for two hours a day. Agnes drilled the beat into me, and at night I would find myself counting the steps and rhythm of the Tango to put myself to sleep when Agnes did not exhaust me.Tango is a simple combination of two slow. Karen stood at the open doorway as Elisabeth tentatively called out. "Richard! I'm home!" There wasn't any response and Elisabeth beckoned Karen to enter. "I wonder where he is?" She rhetorically questioned.Elisabeth quickly walked through the living room into the spacious open kitchen area. She returned after a few seconds holding a note in her hand. "Gee, that's strange." She commented to Karen re-reading the note. "He left me a note saying he had an appointment. I guess he thought I'd be. Around 12pm I had finished most of the work I had planned, I had hovered, hung the washing out, emptied the dish washer and done some ironing. I promise to you I am not normally such an archetypal homemaker, normally I avoid such work, we even have a paid cleaner who comes over once a week. This was purely aimed at distracting me from more unscrupulous activities. But now with the work complete, I once again found my mind wondering, and worse, sufficient time had elapsed since my initial build. 'Shit, Rachel, don't get philosophical with me, and don't be confusin' me with talk about your goddam money. I worked for a rich guy once, and his life weren't no more fun than mine; decided a long time ago, if I got everything I need and most of what I want, well hell, that's plenty. Wanted you the minute I saw you, and here you dam' well are, so I reckon I'm battin' pretty good. You want me to wash your back before I call for pizza?' Big hug, mumbling about natural goodness and stuff; total.