No one looked at a painting and saw those things! They looked at the picture as a whole and– My thoughts were stopped in their tracks, and I thought...back to myself, standing in front of the mirror, finding every tiny thing wrong with me. Things that my husband, and many others, just did not see. They saw me as a whole, as who I am, all wrapped up together in a body that may not be perfect but that is not what they wanted. They did not expect perfection did they, when they looked at my body.. Finally she sniffed, almost dismissively. “Well, William Johnstone, you’re very young to be up at Cambridge.” She paused, continuing her scrutiny. “But it’s clear from your file that you are quite a special young man.” There was more than a hint of derision in her tone.Mr Pritchard pulled the file closer and flipped it open, leafing through the few pages.“You have a file on me? Why?”The lady gave me a smile that was almost condescending and responded in perfectly accented German. “How many. I mean, she has a killer body, so I get it, she's this small little blonde bombshell with a surprising amount of ass for her size. She's hot, don't get me wrong, but to just prance around without anything on!? It's been a lot to adjust to. I sort of understand it coming and going from the showers, there's no place to put clothes down really, but most of us girls wrap up in a towel and leave our underwear on just in case. She just calmly waltzes back and forth from them in the nude. That's not. The guy that ran all the wiring was a genius. High definition audio has come a long way from Dolby. Fucking wow. I then resolved to pick up a few THX-audio-enabled movies to push the system a bit.My furniture was all that I'd hoped it would be. It was comfortable and beautiful. I fell asleep on the couch and woke up without a single pain. Now that's a metric to believe in. (to take comfort in?) I set up the grill on my brand spanking new back porch along with the Adirondack chair and patio.