I’m Norbert Weiner and we’ve just moved. Would you know where we’ve moved to?” To which the young girl replied, “Yes daddy, mommy thought yo... would forget.”The Ideal Wife should be beautiful, but not so beautiful that people think you married her only for her beauty. And The Ideal Wife should be wealthy, but not so wealthy that people think you married her only for her money. And The Ideal Wife should be gentle, but not so gentle that she can’t suck a tennis ball through a fifty-foot garden. The sun’s shining, the women are getting anxious...”“Yeah, I guess.”“Whaddaya mean you guess? Hey, smile a little will ya? I’m inviting you and Maryam to this get-together Saturday. A lot of big people will be there including, you know who, John Rimpington. Does that name ring a bell?”“Yes.”“Whaddaya mean yes? Aren’t you still interested in taking over that business of his? He’s looking for a way out, last I heard. Shouldn’t you be calling him?”“We’re all looking for a way out.”“Ah-ha, the. He made his way silently toward her, not wanting to wake her from her dreams as he shed his clothes. Emily felt a warm sensation tingling through her breasts. She moaned, opening her eyes to find a blonde head bent over her chest. Her hands entangled themselves in the blonde mass as she lifted her breasts to the mouth that was suckling them. ‘Andrew,’ she breathed, smiling down at the blue eyes that latched onto her. ‘How did you? mmm? How??’ He inwardly grinned at the way she could not finish. While I was thinking about it, I moved over to the pantry and got a can of soup. Tomato, if you care. There was a problem when I tried to open the can. I couldn’t turn the handle of the manual can opener. Looking in the Junk Drawer, I spotted a piece of 1/4 inch dowel rod almost a foot long. Putting the dowel rod through a hole in the handle, I used the leverage to turn it. I didn’t mess with a cooking pot but poured the soup into a ceramic bowel, added water and punched the microwave on. Two.