* A couple of hours later, while crouched by modern art checking the order of books on some sculptor, something caught the side of my eye. Looking aro...nd I saw Emma, beckoning to me and holding a finger over her lips. Confused I stood and wandered over to her. “Come see this!” she whispered, and opened the door to the stairs to the staff room. When we got up there we found our manager sat in the big chair in his office, and I could hear his snores through the door, slow rumble in and the quick. If I wanted anything big I always had credit cards. I wasn't a wuss, other than I wasn't getting any sex. Mother thumb and her four daughters became my friend.To the outside world and all our friends and relatives, everything seemed rather normal. We had the usual graduation parties, went to the kids' events and all family gatherings. The only thing missing was having sex. I often thought of leaving and getting a divorce but I couldn't do it. Looking back, maybe I should have but I found that I. I took a (fresh) apple and went into the study. As expected – hoped? – there was email from Rachel, Osaka is an hour ahead of Perth.That cheered me up. I'd had another – um – discussion about my "Journal." I was very stubborn: if it was my journal, then it was my journal. There might be spelling errors to be corrected (there weren't), but otherwise it was mine. And I was still reading the Keneally, and getting ever more irritated by the behavio(u)r of the authoritative British. [That "(u)" is. ”“Oh, was his dick-tion added value?” She was like a naughty schoolgirl at times, so I slapped her arm like one.“If you really must know, yes, yes it is.” After a bit of playful toing and froing, I told her about the night, not all the details, but a lot of the feelings, mainly to show how different it had been to Idiot. I also told her about this morning.“Wow! A lot of men would have been pissed off about that. Steal their car, burn their house down, even steal their woman, but don’t say they.