However, it was one of Eleanor Roosevelt’s many skills. I was glad for the impulse that moved me to think of ugly leaders. I was, obviously, no Linc...ln or Churchill, but Eleanor Roosevelt was someone Dr. Richards could admire. Part of this was her ability to handle the press. Another part, just as significant, was her ability to cope with a self absorbed, philandering husband. I spent so much time reading and considering Eleanor that my wardrobe started to mimic hers. When I noticed, I decided. On my 18th birthday I moved into Jack's huge condo and he arranged a party for me with all my friends at a lounge. I had a great time at my party and it ended at around 4am.I got home stripped out of my dress and slipped on a tee.. removed my make up and crashed.. My room was opposite Jack's room. We had a common bathroom and one was near the kitchen and living room on the lower floor of his duple.The next morning I woke up with a major hangover and got down to the kitchen wearing my lacy. . I . . . I don’t . . . . . Even have any friends and I never get to have fun . . . . . . That’s why I want things to go back to the way they were, when I had my big sister” said Hanabi as she cried on Hinata’s shoulder.“It’s ok Hanabi you’re my little sister and I’ll always love you” said Hinata, she just go a nodded from her.Hinata held her in her arms for a while before she thought of something.“Hey Hanabi . . . you want to know a secret” asked Hinata.“Mmm sure” said Hanabi wiping the tears. Ha ha.At some point, Jim told us all about the Stroker's Club. A large group of amiable couples that met once a month, on a Saturday evening, out on Long Island. He'd been a member for years he said, pun intended, and convinced us to give it a go.Which we did one Saturday evening. Jim introduced us to two folks who went by the names of Mr. and Ms. Stroker, the host and hostess of the whole shebang. And, I assume but never really found out, the owners of the mansion-like house they had their.