Nicolette had apparently worked with her mother in administering baths and massages to the gentry and it made no difference if they were male or femal... according to the French manner of gender disregard.She had confided in me that her mother preferred to handle the male clients and she had specialized in taking care of the feminine side of the business. Her description of the demands of her female clients never failed to arouse me to a full extension and usually lead to us doing it right on the. It’s much worse. It’s fucking awful! Seven hundred bucks! That’s right! Seven hundred freaking bucks!” She paced back and forth while she listened to whatever he was saying. “Fuck you, Phil. You’re in an air conditioned office! I can’t do this anymore! No, we cannot put it off! How? How am I going to get some kind of a fucking deal? You’re a great help! No, fuck you!” She threw the phone onto the bed. And she screamed, “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Bob’s face appeared in the doorway. The tears were. Now in his middle age, he felt a vagrant wistfulness about the things he’d never owned, the places he’d never gone, the people he’d never known, and the things he’d never done.The dream had left him shaken, and he tried to leave it in his bed, choosing to get up quickly instead of lingering in the warmth. The one companion he’d really loved had been that dog; when he had died, a lot of Brian had died with him. The pain of losing him was still palpable, as it had been when he had carried his one. It’s far more logical. Sorry that you’ll have to spend Valentine’s Day on the road, girls. Not the most romantic way to do it, certainly as even belated honeymoons go. Still, the sooner we get where we need to be, the sooner we’ll be able to ditch the nomad’s life for a more settled and civilized existence,” I observed, winning me kisses from my first three wives in a hurry.“Oh, honey, you still have a lot more to learn about women, don’t ya?” I heard Leah laughing as she walked into the room.