No, she had something else. She had Brother Michael. Well she had him, but she didn’t. Wanted him but not all of him. Just the part of him that ...ade her feel alive, special, appreciated for her mind, her sense of humor and all those other things that made her feel good about herself. Laura loved Kelsey, Michael’s wife, and certainly didn’t want to do anything that would hurt their marriage. She just wished that one day she could have a man like him all her own. In the meantime, she hoped. It was an hour of popular music with his big band and the Lennon Sisters. When the band had a number by itself, there were lots of soap bubbles floating around. He had a broad European accent; when he'd start a song, he'd say, "It's a-wunnerful, a-wunnerful." My brother and I used to tell each other, "It's a-wunderful, a-wunnerful! Start up the bubble machine."Act the maggot (v): Irish slang. Mess around. Play around. Goof off.Aintin: Irish. Aunt. "Aintin Siobhan."At it (v): Irish slang. Making. I was startled by how I felt when Ann put her hands on me. Her movements as she smoothed the sun block over my skin were long, stroking passes. When she covered my shoulders her hands slipped down my chest a bit, causing my own nipples to harden. What the hell, I thought, why would the touches of another woman do that to me? “All done, sweetie, unless you would like me to do your legs,” Ann suggested. “No, I’m fine, thank you.” “Good, well I’m going to lie down on my stomach, if you wouldn’t. I spun my chair back around and looked out the bay windows at the city far below and silently wished that I could just grab my briefcase, walk down to the bank of elevators and escape the rat race that is today's corporate environment. Ever since my promotion I had been working 14 to 16 hour days, never having the time to relax and certainly not having a life of my own - nothing, no women, no time to relax, nada! Maybe after the conference call I could slip out for the rest of the day and take.