The skirt had ridden up and Marshal was a leg man. Normally I loved it when my husband lusted after me, but it was a different man I desired tonight.W... arrived at the Eagle's Lodge, found a place to park, and walked inside. A cute, bubbly blonde stood at the front door. She wore a tight halter-top that left her midriff bare, and a pair of very tight blue-jeans. I noticed my husband's eyes roam her inviting figure; I could hardly be jealous since I was planning on doing far more than looking. Donald was reading a book in his lap when he noticed my movements. “You seem to do that a lot.”“What’s that?” I asked in a low voice, not willing to disturb the women.“Pass out - do you think that this is going to be a regular thing with you?” he said.“Dunno. This is all very new to me, I have no idea how it works or anything. I gotta figure it out as I go.” I looked around the room. It was a different bedroom to the one I woke up in yesterday, a completely different style. “Where are we?” I. So I left home and became a reporter and chased tough assignments. I learned how to dress professional and seductive. I learned how to use any method to obtain the story and the byline. But it was never enough. Women would talk to me about their husbands and soap operas that they watched. Or give me favorite recipes. I wanted men to talk to me about the football game, and to ask me to work on old cars with them as we drank beer. And I loved hearing a good dirty joke. I guess that I had a. ...June 12 1908"My great Grandmothers house, a mansion by any standards, the one I still live in, has a foyer as big as a small house and she was going to put the chair there where everyone could see it when they came in. I will now quote from her daily journal: November 10, 1911. "placed my magnificent royal chair in the foyer. Having seen things that can not be explained, I called Edward, a maids Son who is 14 as he is innocent to find out about this truth chair.What do you think of me i.