"A fuck of a lot," she whispered.Her tummy gurgled again. Taking another sip of coffee, she regarded the bowl of yogurt on the table. Then she put dow... her cup, a safe distance away, and casually climbed up on the table. She squatted over the bowl, supporting herself with palms flat against the large window. As she stared down at the people below, going about their lives, she grunted and began to squeeze out the food that she had shoved up her ass the day before to marinate overnight in her. "My hands are literally shaking but I manage to slip the shoes on my feetand stand up."I'll drop the hem down to somewhere in the middle," she says, "So thatyou can wear them with a bit lower heels, too." Thanks," I manage to mumble."You know, the shoes are thirty percent off today," she says."Oh, okay," I say, "But I... um..."I hesitate because I don't know if they're really for me well of coursethey are but maybe I shouldn't be spending so much. I'll have to getanother pair of pants anyway as. “Good thinking, my darling. Your botanical advice is going to be very helpful over the years as our children grow.”Sheila went to bristle at the automatic assumption of her having a number of children, then realised with a start that she didn’t really mind any more about having several children with John. She stammered, “Thank you, my love.”John suddenly noticed how they had meshed over the months, so that now he thought of Sheila and him just as he thought of any of his wives and himself, like. . especially that mid January. How did I know this? Because I worked at that hotel. Did I tell Jon? No, because I hadn't ever met him in person yet. I worked the graveyard shift from 8pm to 5am a few times a week. It was easy work, check in guests and assist in any way possible. I had told Jon, to get a poolside room...since it seemed the best way to enter a room without the cameras spotting me.....the pool area camera actually didn't work back then either.Like most Jon's, he actually checked.