You became her servant, not her husband." So ... she lost respect for me?"She nodded. "Her frustration and anger was a manifestation of her inability ...o get you to resist. To put a stop to her demands. To say no to her. She didn't want a slave, she wanted a husband. Someone to lead, not to follow." And you figured this out in just a few hours with each of us? That's a pretty quick diagnosis, isn't it?" Yes it is, but I'm fairly certain I'm right. One of the reasons that I had both of you. ” The next day was the first day for Alex. There had been a lot of talk about it, but no one knew quite how to judge it as Alex was not extremely close to anybody, just fairly pleasant to everyone. The girls and him had been told that they are to leave, into the showers, while he goes into where the lockers are, and pick up the laundry. The way that the locker room was set up no one in the locker section could see into the shower section, much like how a public restrooms walls are set up, so. As I was feeling a bit too self-conscious to openly ogle and enjoy some of the younger girls, Luther caught me staring at a very attractive older Hispanic dancer. He smiled, telling me that her name was Amber, the woman who he’d told the story about earlier – the woman with the abusive ex-con husband who he’d helped escape from her husband’s clutches.He shouted in my ear that if I liked what I saw, he could arrange for her to join us for a private dance later, adding with a mock sad look that. " Or that Nigel Phelps," Mum added."He's a swimmer Mum," I says, "Give me bleeding strength!" and I went up to bed for a lie down and I was so knackered I didn't wake up till Suzanne called round Sunday teatime.There was this bloody row, "How was I to know you were his girlfriend!" Suzanne was saying.I legged it downstairs, Sandra was going at Suzanne like she was some guard dog or some such."Leave him alone!" she said."Is she your girlfriend?" Suzanne asked."Was," I said, "Al's sort of took.