) So she could stay home and do nothing. She would say she could keep the house clean and cook. K, even when she was unemployed, was not good at clean...ng and cooking. Further suffering from depression, she would have isolated herself from other people and become even more dysfunctional. And finally, I was not going to work so she could just sit at home and do nothing. As far as her smoking was concerned, I promised to cheat on her if she went back to smoking cigarettes. That would usually shut. She would sit down and talk to me for a few minutes. I looked forward to our short discussions. I was learning so much about the Amish communities and more and more about Sharon.I asked Sharon, "You don't have telephones?" Well, most New Order Amish do have phones in their homes. The rest manage to live without them. I am in the New Order Amish but I don't have a phone."Nearly all Amish have access to phones. There are little buildings, like phone booths, here and there, at the end of the lane. 2pm… It was a hot afternoon and Jess lounged by Miss D’Haviland’s pool, wearing one of Miss D’Haviland’s most expensive bikinis and the lady’s highest Louboutin heels, smoking one of Miss D’Haviland’s luxury French cigarettes and stretching out on the beach towel on the patio. She wore a smile of deep satisfaction and glanced casually at her watch before lighting another cigarette and inhaling deeply and closing her eyes. “10 more minutes,” she muttered. “Let her sweat just a tiny bit more.. * The meal had been lovely and the conversation between them flirty and fun and Kelly was feeling no pain from the amount of wine she had drunk. They had grabbed a taxi back to his place and as they entered his apartment they had grabbed at each other, their kisses hot and heavy, hands undressing each other, clothes scattering around the room as Mike eased her towards his bedroom. Laying down on the bed, bodies rolling around, rubbing against each other, mouths joined, hands stroking the two.