"Maybe she's skipping rope in there." Doing jumping jacks, it feels like ... Whoa. Is this it?" He leaned forward, looking out the window. "Fitzpatric... Building, right?" Where's the parking lot?" I wondered, and my husband made a face."Stupid Seattle," he took a left. "They probably put the parking lot in Tacoma." Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Ryan," a striking woman said. "I'm Dr. Lin."She fixed her almond eyes on my husband, strutting across her spacious office in a modest and exquisitely tailored. It seemed a bit out of place to him before he realized it was his penis.That's right! He had a penis since he was a boy. He almost forgot forsome reason. It didn't entertain his attention much.Wow, his hair had gotten long! Dang, when was the last time he had ahaircut? He turned his back to see how long it was and was pleasantlysurprised that his locks ended about an inch and a half below hisshoulders. Jessie thought of maybe letting it grow down to his bra strap.Where did his muscles go? He. ” She tried to focus on me “Should I tell her I'm home?” Her coat joined her keys on the floor then her shoes were next. Sherry put toe to heel and pushed them off her feet then bent over to massage her toes “Fucking shoes are tight! My little toes were bent in and squished against the next one and now they hurt but it feels good to spread them out.” I watched as my son’s wife flexed the toes on her feet, they wriggled under the restriction of her nylon stockings. She looked up at then. I'd prefer not to be alone in a bathroom with him. Sometimes I catch this mother fucker staring at me like I'm a five course meal...and he's really fucking hungry. "Can I ask you something?" Michael says, and I can smell beer on him two feet away. "What?" "Are you and Ethan, like, together?" he asks, releasing the knob and turning toward me. "Um, no we're not," I say, and Michael smiles. "Cool, so...he wouldn't be upset if-" "What are you doing?" I ask, and take a step back as he steps.