It just seemed a natural thing to do.She would spend at least two hours getting ready to gothe night before. A shower, shaved legs, moisturiser,the wo...ks. And the clothes she took, I didn’t reallypay attention to what she was taking with her eventhough sometimes she would ask me about this outfit orthat outfit – all of which were nice and flattering. Isupported her in wanting to look good at work. She wasmy wife and I was proud of her gorgeous looks. And Itold her that, often.And. "That's sweet." Really how are you? I'd heard you fell off while riding?" Eddie looked like he really was concerned."I did. Sorta. He was standing still at the time, reared up and I slipped off. It would have been worse if we were moving." I explained. "I simply landed flat. Or at least as flat as you can in the woods. Sticks and small brush stabbed me in the back. I'm bruised and very sore. I don't know how much is from the hard trail ride and how much is from the fall." I smiled at Eddie.. " It was nice talking with her, found out a lot about her. Did you know her husband is stationed in Iraq?" No I didn't dear. I said."I told Amanda that I was a little stiff. She offered to give me a back rub. I was a bit hesitant but my shoulder blades were killing me. "Lizzie said."I thought the best place to do this was in on our king sized bed. So upstairs we went. I took off my jeans and shirt. Amanda had me lay on the bed and unhooked my bra. Mike this woman has magic hands. ." Really?" I. ‘Lovely foyer,’ she enthused. There was no foyer, it was just a spartan spot in the hallway of plain grey walls broken by the finger-marked stainless steel surrounds of the elevator doors, now closed, a wall-mounted fire extinguisher and a ‘Smoking is Forbidden in Public Areas of this Building’ notice. The carpet was stained. ‘It’s a bit austere,’ he said, looking a little surprised. ‘But it’s home.’ ‘I draw. Perhaps I could sketch something for this wall opposite the elevator doors or go.