The hotels were dirty andsmelly and so were the men. When I met you, I saw different man. OneI'd never seen before. You were kind and generous and ...ice to me. WhenI came to meet you here, I wanted to have sex and I wasn't going tocharge you but then you told me you were like me so I knew that wasn'tgoing to happen. But I didn't mind because you were nice person to bewith."Sarah smiled as Malee continued."When I saw this hotel, it looked very nice. No smells, no dirt andnice people walking. And I watched her do all the fingers onChristina's left hand. Sandra started on her right hand, and then turnedto me again. "Do you understand how to do it now? Why don't you try anail or two?" Oh, I don't want to do that," I protested. "You're the professional.I'm just here as a driver." Look, honey, I'm not buying your little story. Like I said, I'm notjudging you. I think it's kinda cute. But a couple of weeks ago --after years of me doing her nails -- Christina suddenly starts. I pushthe button again and the recording repeats itself. After five more timesof hearing the recording my frustration begins to boil over. "Let me outof here! WHO ARE YOU?"In my anger I rush over and grab the small wooden chair and beat on thedoor with it. "OPEN THIS DOOR!" The blanket has fallen off of me and Istand naked beating on the door with the small wooden chair shouting atthe top of my lungs. I tire after a while and the hopelessness of mysituation begins to set in. I put the chair. I did fifteen minutes at a slow pace, not worried about the number of squats so much as getting a good feel for how comfortable I felt with the amount of weight I'd started with. I'd always had strong legs. My time in service to Uncle Sam had made them stronger still. The last three years in particular we had driven ourselves very hard to push our bodies to places they hadn't been able to go. I was smiling after my fifteen minutes and went back to the treadmill to cool down on for another.