Body! What's inside is the same!What you like is the same!" Taking me by the hands... "Honey, I know thisis hard on you; I understand, really, I do, b...t you really have to find away to accept what is happening. Can you do that?" Yeah, I guess... I don't have a choice, do I?" Yes honey, you do! It's this, or jail!" That's no choice!" I know, but we are both stuck, aren't we? I mean, this is hard on metoo! I mean, I'm used to having my son around, now I have a daughter, andshe needs almost. We got into my car, and drove the 20 minutes to the stables. It was late enough in the evening that nobody was around, and the farmer was having his supper in the house. From experience we could probably reckon on being on our own for an hour or so. Esme went off to muck out her horse, and I went to spend some quality time with my wife’s horse (quality time for him consists of rubbing his itchy bits all over my special horse-proof jacket and eating my peppermints!). After a while when I. By the time John got back to his house Lauren had not yet arrived so John decided to take a well-needed shower. As the cool water rushed over his body he heard the door open and Lauren yell out, looking for him. John dried off and put a towel around his waist and sneaked off into his bedroom. On his way to the bedroom John ran into Lauren and dropped his towel. Both shocked by what had just happened, neither one could move. Lauren glanced at John and saw that his recent workouts had his body in. "I believe you were standing just on the other side of the door when he did that, so I'm thinking you already know the answer to your question, don't you?"He just looked away and grunted something unintelligible.Sunday dinner was a dinner for men with big appetites; a mountain of spaghetti and meatballs, garlic bread and a big salad fresh from their garden. Bill brought a bottle of good Chianti. Caleb was allowed half a glass, but he took only a sip. He didn't like it. He did like the spaghetti.