I think she got a kick out of translating the sexy parts.OK, I know I shouldn't be talking about what she reads. For all I know Ken Starr could be in ...ere demanding to go through my sales slips. But I don't think so. Ms. Urquhart is no bimbo. She almost never comes in except in the summer. She works someplace in Boston most of the year. I see her going by early in the morning headed for the train station. She always gives me that great big knockout smile when she sees me. And she talks to me. I. That afternoon, while working out together, I told Russell what Jordan had said about making sure we were on the same team. We were both anxious to get back out on the field as soon as the weather broke. For now, we had to be content with running the track and lifting weights to stay in shape. We ran in the rain and even with snow on the track but the school prohibited us from going on the practice fields during the winter because our cleats would damage the turf. We ran together every day and. That, girl is young enough to be your daughter, she would say. John has always been faithful to his wife, but that didn't mean he couldn't look? Distracted for a moment he didn't notice the slight tremor running through the prone body.Suddenly Mary's eyes opened and she exhaled a long slow breath before she sat up sharply. John almost jumped with her sudden movement,"Uh Miss Carmichaels are you all right, I heard a scream and found you lying here."Mary turned and looked at him her face was. They can pick it up on their way back... or more likely, they'll just let it sit there and peacefully rust away. It would probably be more economical that way," she laughed. With that we all trooped into the house.As Siobhan prowled through the luxurious living room, Bridget and Maureen put the luggage away, and then went to the kitchen in search of something for lunch. I joined Siobhan and settled into a soft leather recliner. She soon tired of inspecting the room and sat down in a chair next.