We meet once in the fall and again in spring."His cappuccino was completely cold and she stirred at the table in preparation for her departure. His la...t words to her were, "Let me think about it?" "Of course, dear, if you come to play, we want your wholehearted enthusiasm and compliance. We expect that you will come ready to play at the concert and at the social hour. I should also point out that at no time will you be allowed to touch the ladies of the club, regardless of their. One of my new members shot me an email saying he would love to go for a speedo surf. We shot some emails back and forth. His name is Marc, mid-thirties, lives in Sydney (90 minutes south of where I live), plays waterpolo, grew up surfing, loves speedos but has never been surfing wearing just speedos. He knew the location I had in mind and said he could be up there by ten o’clock or so. We shared some photos and Marc looks pretty darn good in his waterpolo uniform/speedo.Monday morning I woke up. Over her shoulder she said: "He felt tired. He's taking a little nap on my bed." Oh," Pam said, and she went to the refrigerator for a carrot.Her mother turned when she heard the refrigerator door open and close."Oh no you don't" she chided. "We're going to eat any minute. Uncle Ben's going to eat with us. You can feed your pony later." Awww, Mom." Pam pouted."Go take a shower," her mother ordered, "You smell terrible." The word is earthy," Pam said proudly."Just go take a shower," Anna said,. Three, if you count Steven last night. But it was no use. Steven heard the door close. He called down the stairs, "Rebecca? Is that you?" Sighing in resignation, she responded. "Yeah, I just got back from the gym. Are you hungry? Do you want me to make us some dinner?" Steven appeared at the top of the stairs, clearly unsteady. "Yeah, that would be good, I think," he said carefully. "I'm not feeling so good today, Becks." He hadn't called her "Becks" in years. Probably the last time had been.