Youfucked both me and my brother in 24 hours." She rummaged in her purse."Which is why I got you this," handing me a box with something pinkwrapped in...plastic. She pointed at the box. "That should cool youdown. Keep your screams down, please? Some of us can't work from homeand have to be up early." And with that, she walked out of my room.Hurt by her words, I stood still, contemplating what she said. Am Ireally a slut? Sure I met girls easily, but it was never just aboutthe sex. I just never. The scent of our lovemaking still lingered as well, and that along with the promise of coffee got my butt out of the bed. I grabbed my bathrobe and staggered out of the bedroom into the living room. Becky had opened the drapes which drenched the place in sunlight. Funny thing is if I was here alone, I would have left the drapes closed, keeping the place dark and dismal and effectively sealing myself off from the world as had been my custom. I liked it so much better this way. Becky was in the. There must be some history to it," he said, looking around the rooms."There is. Its foundation is from 1885, but the rest was built after the 1906 earthquake." I went on to give him the short version of the house's history."First the Buick, and now the house. That's quite an introduction to San Francisco," he said with a smile."Your first time here?" I asked."Hell, no. I lost count of the number of times I've been here, but only at the airport. I'd come in, do my job, go to the airport hotel,. They were in the same class and reported the same events. That didn’t keep them from each making the report. Should they try to get them in separate rooms for first grade? How did you do this? The Circle might have some idea of dealing with the school administration, but none of the mamas with older kids had twins.Teaching went, if not smoothly, along the accustomed track. She no longer revised her lesson plans each year. Except for the class in Regional Economics she taught Tuesday, Thursday,.