Quickly she ran to the phone on the bedside table, but stopped herself. What if it was Mrs. Morgan on the phone? Couldn't have her hear the heady, out...of tune symphony of sex in the background in that room! What sort of a soundtrack would that make for telling a man's wife that he's "indisposed" at the moment? So she ran for the door and padded barefoot, well, in truth bare everything, into the kitchen to get the phone that hung on the wall by the refrigerator, the yellow one with the long. I would go to an adult theater on either Belair rd or Hartford rd (it slips my mind after all these years) and then I would go up to Bush River and then if I felt like it I would go to Pulaski Video. That was my usual routine for years.In March of 2002 I went out like normal, dressed in a red dress with stocking and high heels on, went to the theater first. Always parked on the side of the building in the back, my car was to noticeable (yellow corvette) but I did like to walk a little to show. It’s a wonder I was even able to stand up at the right time for the hymns. Jack must have thought I was off my rocker or something. It was so bad that as we walked down the aisle after church it seemed like EVERYBODY was glancing down at my thighs, EVEN THE MINISTER. I thought I was going to melt into the floor.At lunch at home, with Jack sitting next to me, I was really wired. I know he must have thought I was crazy. He kept trying to rub my leg under the table, and I kept pushing him away. I. I would swear to it but my mother told me never to swear. Your gonna love this one...it's the best. I promise.It all started when my cousin George invited me out to California to visit. George is one of my cousins on my mother's side of the family, the Italian side. He had moved out to California about five years ago and I had yet to visit. I like George, he is a real down to Earth kind of guy. A little loud, and everything he has is the best. I mean everything. His house is the best. His.