"All the walking around these long paths and the swimming, and horseback riding has toned you. The sun has added color to your cheeks." She paused loo...ing at me. "All the sex has given you good cardio." She grinned. "When it's dry, even your hair is lighter and looking more shinny." She smiled."Yeah I have noticed my old jeans were looser. I'm doing a lot more than just sitting on the sofa waiting." I shrugged, pleased she'd noticed what I hadn't even had time to think about with all the other. The Charge of Quarters issued him a set of linens and gave him his room assignment. Jake went to the third floor, found his double room, and started hauling his things up from his car. He tottered into the room with his second load when he noticed that his new roommate was back. He stuck his hand out and introduced himself.“Jake Turner,” he said, “looks like you are stuck with me for the next few months.”“Morris Turner, but call me Mo. I hope the cadre will be able to tell us apart,” Morris. She inhaled deeply and replied as a sigh. ‘Emay e Komissa, Troy. Thah perimenateh.’ ‘You ARE the Countess, and they WILL wait, it’s just getting a little weird.’ ‘Dammit, Troilus, just fuckin’ hold me a second here.’ ‘Ok.’ She took two more deep breaths before leaning back, taking one hand from around him, and holding his with it. A nod, and the dance began. ‘So, what you did with the crowd at the end of your speech? We both caught that.’ ‘That was for you. Julie can take care of herself in a. Well, as sad as it is to say, Paul never did grow out of his phase of disliking me. If you noticed, I didn't use the word "hate" in describing his feelings toward me because that emotion would come when Paul got older. I think there were some deep jealousy issues at work here and a possible Oedipus complex. Admittedly, I'm no shrink. But being a father has given me a unique insight into the mind of my own son.The status quo, unfortunately, remained the same when Paul reached puberty at twelve..