Karen winked at me and said to let her know if she could do anything to help me, I wasn't sure if she meant what I thought she did or if I was reading...too much into a look and smile. I retired to my seat and fell asleep until our descent into Montego Bay. While leaving the plane Karen pressed a note in my hand and asked me if I had a good flight, I slipped the note into my pocket and with a smile indicated I had a great flight thank you.On the ride to the hotel I was dying to read the note. Thus you, my reader, can be assured of this document's accuracy. [Strictly speaking, I didn't "listen". The end result would have been the same if I had listened, but the process was considerably more complicated. Things don't "happen" in the past because they've already happened. "Happening" can only happen in the present. When I want to listen to something in the past, I have to see the state of the air just outside each person's mouth, then I slip my perspective through the past toward the. Getting my chest waxed bare — a return to my pre-nubile days. It somehow struck me as funny at the time.Its difficult to understand the degree to which males of the species are blissfully ignorant of the details of what women do to look beautiful for men. We think that those shapely eyebrows simply grow that way, and naively imagine that the hair stylist who gives us a buzz cut does about the same thing to our wives hair. HA! What do we know?Women know better than to rely on 'mother nature.'. She woke up, to hear her doorbell ringing. The only person she was expecting was Mike. She hoped out of the tub, and slipped into a robe. She made her way downstairs to see who it was, but when she peered out of the window to see who was there, no one was at the doorstep. Emily began to wonder if she had imagined it. Tentatively she reached to unlock to door to peak out, only to discover that the door was already locked. Could it have been that she forgot to lock the door? She could have sworn.