My focus for wanting to apologize to Luke abruptly faded away, and became a strong urge to defend myself from whatever Eddie was about to say to me. O...ly, it wasn't my name that came out in what I would forever refer to as Eddie's angry voice."Luke!"Luke? What did Luke do?"Oh come on, Eddie," Luke responded. "You can't..." You put your hands on him," Eddie cut him off. "Do you want to tell me what the hell you were thinking? You know that if he goes around telling someone you attacked him we. Sam was resigned tosleeping in the spare room unless Sara wanted some close personalattention, which times were getting few and far in between it seemed thelonger they were married. Sam resigned himself to be a good househusband and take care of all the home things that Sara had little timefor.As the years flew by and Sam was isolated from the more intimateencounters with his wife, he tried to satisfy his lifelong fetish byplaying with his wife's laundry. While this was some satisfaction. The collector who had been buying up Ada’s paintings was William Hagen, and the museum was the Ada Raven Museum of Art. Ada walked through the tastefully understated and well-lit exhibit rooms with her mouth hanging open and her eyes overflowing with tears as, from one room to the next, she moved through her early Colorado mountain valley period to her East Coast period to her three Malaya periods and, at last, to her bleaker Merrimack River period. Beyond this room, however, was another, one. As I was unaware of this and continued cleaning I heard from Jack."Are you wearing that thong for me sweet cheeks?"I looked around and noticed my thong clearly on view. I quickly pulled up my trousers and looked at him bright red smiling.When I got Jack into the shower on his chair I had the thought of what he said, I liked guys hitting on me, and for some very odd reason I liked it even more with Jack, he was the nicest guy ever and for some reason I just thought of when he had last had sex,.