"What Pool boy?" Tony questioned. "We don't have a pool boy, you make me and sis clean the pool all the time." Must be the Milkman." I countered as Gi...a looked around for something else to toss."What is a Milkman?" Tony asked.Gina came around the table swatting at me good-naturedly while speaking. "Tony ignore your Dad he is trying out his warped sense of humor again. Now go fetch your younger brother and sister for dinner."We watched our son Tony ran up the stairs. Gina picked the spoon up off. Then, after school, he would enter the weight room and work out, spend countless hours on the bag until he couldn't lift his arms, just so he would be too exhausted to dream. Sometimes he slept there, on the weight bench or the hard floor, too exhausted to brave the stairs.He lost weight, his body fat dropping precipitously, and he worked even harder, burning muscle away. That angered him and just made him work even more, a vicious cycle that had his parents frantic.When Stacy appeared at the. "But it was hard."I had a feeling Sarah had a little girl crush on me. I thought it was cute and I was flattered, even though I had no interest in her at all. "I'm crushed," I said. "Anything been happening?" Nothing at all, You know someone is always having words in a bar. As long as there is a minimum amount of name calling, and no blood shed, I tend to let it slide." That's probably the best thing for business," I said."I heard you brought that Gypsy Allen woman back this morning?" Sarah. The idea was very simple. We would each write on individual cards 52 things we would do for our mate, like give a massage, or do a project around the house of you spouse's choosing, etc. Then we would put the gift cards in envelopes and place them in a box. We would then exchange the boxes on Christmas day. After that, once each week, starting in the new year, we would each draw out one envelope and whatever was on that card was our gift for that week. This would allow us to give each other a.