THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMPI roll over onto my side away from my husband.I cannot see his face behind the newspaper but I can image the expression as bei...g pinched and reddening. I don't want him to see any sort of suspicious movement under the bedsheets as I quietly slip my hand inside my pajama pants and make a nervous path bwteen my legs. I try to shut out the sound of him angrily snapping the paper and the chorus of sighs and groans that were saturated with hostility towards a new neihbors and. I mean. maybe. I mean...I don't know anything aboutit." You know what a secretary's job is, Andy. Taking dictation. Filing.Answering the phone. Passing notes. Making phone calls. Going out forcoffee and sandwiches."I didn't say anything. I looked at the floor.He smiled. "What are you telling me here, Andy?" he said."I mean, I've always admired the secretarial pool," I said. "My motherwas a secretary for 25 years. And sometimes...sometimes I imaginemyself in that job."He nodded, as if he finally. "And a widower?" Yes, my auntie died last year," Hannah said."And you want him," Eleanor said. Again more like a statement than a question."Yes!" Hannah sighed. "I just don't know how. I mean, he has three kids and he lives and works in Oslo. But I only ever feel happy when I am with him." You could move to Norway..." Eleanor said tentatively. She didn't really want to see her friend go, but on the other hand it had always been understood that Hannah was only in London for a year or so,. Because the nipples were so extended, therewas plenty of area to wind the string. They painted the area around mynipples in a clear smelly liquid that must have been glue. Then theycarefully fit a falsie over the area they had painted, attaching thestring to the middle of the falsie. I looked down, and sure enough I hadtwo lifelike breasts!"I'm sure you wonder why we used the string, since we did use glue," theolder woman said to me. "Let me show you." With that she took the tip ofher.