In his spare time since completing the restoration of the Mansion he’s been carefully going through everything removed from the basement he didn’t...know he had and reading the journals. In one of the old journals he finds a reference he’d forgotten about as it mentions the condition of the bins in the Grain Store, thus he now knows what he thought was the Feed Store is really the Grain Store. Armed with that knowledge, a long tape measure, and Dean’s help he measures the size of the rooms as. As the water was still hot I asked him to change and take bath. I gave my husband’s lungi and a towel. He went to the bath room and took bath. He came out wearing lungi. I took out his wet clothes and put them in the drier of washing machine. When I went to prepare coffee, I remembered that my husband had kept some Vodka in the house. I thought of tasting it and if he asks I can tell that the bottle fell and broke. With this I took the bottle and two glass, along with some napkin. Babulal was. He can only assume she is naked as her favorite towel is falling off the bed and she did ask to take a bath. Her hair still in the sloppy ponytail she puts in so it won't get wet. “Princess,” He calls. Nothing. “Princess,” louder this time. Still Nothing “Princess, I have had enough,” finally she stirs, but not quick enough. He grabs her ponytail, pulls her to the end of the bed, with His stern I-mean-business voice. “Kneel, I will be back,” He says. Leaving to gain His composure, He. We knew we were addicted to each other and needed this time together regularly. That is when our weekly Wednesday ‘lunches’ came into being."Over the years, first with our pregnancies and births of Anne and you, things changed some. And yes, our enjoyment with each other for a while took on a different twist. We came to fully realize the life we were both leading with our husbands was so similar, and offering such a strange sexual satisfaction for us both. We often laughed together about.