'That's nice, ' she thinks, 'but I want more.'So she continues upward. The third floor sign reads:Floor 3 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, and are Ex...remely Good Looking.'Wow, ' she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.She goes to the fourth floor and the sign reads:Floor 4 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking and Help With Housework.'Oh, mercy me!' she exclaims, 'I can hardly stand it!'Still, she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads:Floor 5 - These men Have. Then she felt each of the brothers holding her hand slip something around her wrists. It felt like leather. Broad, perhaps an inch or two wide. Clamping onto her and tightly latched in place.Then a metallic click. Her arms were let free and then came the feeling. She was attached to something. Moving her arms, she found they were free, but not. Then Mort said, "OK, let's go," and both of her arms were drawn up and yanked forward. She was moving again, held ... constrained ... in this new. They took refuge for the night at a large seaside resort on the coast with Charity arranging for the rooms for all of them. Their group took all of the rooms on the top floor of the scenic resort and they were able to take advantage of the beach and the cabanas provided for the comfort of the guests. It was a foregone conclusion that Faith was in the same room as Doctor McCauley since neither of them had any motivation to hide their relationship. He spent a good portion of the evening hours. She was my first. Our sexual relationship began to smolder and burn out even before marriage. I almost think, no, I know that I got together with her again on the rebound. It was just comfortable. I regret it because she wasn’t the right one for me, but the desire to be an instant dad and the familiarity over-weighed common sense. However, I don’t regret it because I found my soul mate in my step-daughter. I just had to wait and watch her grow up. Don’t get me wrong…I didn’t find myself.