Yet, Vicki didn't move away from me. Instead, she relaxed her shoulders as if she was comfortable in my arms, with her breasts pressed against my ches....The music stopped and I let go of Vicki, as she took a step back. Before she could leave the dance floor, I asked, "Vicki, can you waltz?"She stopped moving and turned to answer, "Yes."I held my arms out to her as the first few notes of a slow waltz began to play. She stepped toward me, but not as closely as she had been before. I had been in. The only fly on the butter was the trailer. It was still sitting by the fence ... clean, to be sure, but still a reminder. Someone was living in it ... I have no idea who.Every month a hundred and twenty-five dollars shows up on my kitchen table and there are days that I think there will never be an end to the little brown men who come out, load into trucks and do whatever they do. I am usually in the creek mining architectural rocks ... me and my assigned helpers ... when the trucks deliver.My. I have continued to teach my wives Krav Magen techniques and we continued the Tai Chi exercises. They feel better after the Tai Chi movements and have begun to notice the relationship between it and some of the Tae Kwan Do movements. Some of the men have seen us at Tai Chi and to a man they think I'm crazy. Sometimes I agree with them, especially after a long day. The biggest change I have seen is in Louise. She no longer walks about with a frightened air around the other men and has started. "Yeah that was Mike, I'm pretty sure. The car is right for the rental he got." Then he will show up here," Cheryl suggested."I would bet on it," I replied.Sure enough his car drove in right after the words made it out of my mouth. I watched him park before I opened the first of the doors into the restaurant's air lock for Cheryl. "He will probably want to film us going inside," I advised her.Since Mike hustled, he obviously was trying to beat us in. Even though I was cold, I gave him first shot.