Damn these trunks! Why did Diane always buy me these Speedos instead of regular trunks?I wrapped the towel around my waist, to preserve what was left ...f my dignity and masculinity."Oui, Mademoiselle," I heard her giggle as I hurried from the room.I couldn't believe my ears. Maybe the French joked so bluntly, but it just wasn't done here or maybe she didn't think I could understand what she said. My ears burned with humiliation and I couldn't bear to face her for the rest of the day. I stayed. I just sent you a page to let you know that your brother is here. I'm sorry that I couldn't notify you earlier, but... "Jamie cut her off there, saying, "It's okay, Melinda. Jared told me you were busy taking excellent care of him. And I'm sure that he tried to bribe you to keep from telling me anyway. Now, did it look like there was any nerve damage?"Melinda promptly replied, "It's a good possibility. I spoke with Dr. Ruben, and he prescribed pain medication if it's needed. We should. .. Just maybe..." Jack thought, "This evening won't turn out to be a shitty one after all." They passed through the open door to the gallery as if they were walking on air. The ride over had been swift and trouble-free. They approached the bar and Paige ordered a glass of wine. Something in a Cabernet Sauvingon - you never could be sure about vintage at this kind of thing. As Jack began to order, Paige spoke up. "He'll have a whiskey - a double," she said. Turning to her ruggedly handsome. . And I would do it, you know, whoever, whatever, and it would prove my love for him. And the more I did it for him, the more he would love me." I think you've got the idea." I told her. "I am hereby apply for the position of Master of Beth. I would like to try to make beautiful love to you. Do you accept?" Oh Gosh! Ummmm, I'm really sore down there and... I... ummmmm... I don't know how to make love. I don't know..." was the most she could say."Well, let's give it a try." I suggested. "If you.