On that first night, the ensuing sexual romp when she and Ireturned home was off the charts. Others were to follow.After returning home from one such ...vening, I had performed mynightly ritual and was coming out of the bathroom, on my way to amuch needed night's sleep. Angie was sitting at the vanity, gazinginto the mirror. She didn't seem in any hurry to remove herprosthetics or makeup; a cardinal rule Faye had taught her. She justsat there, absentmindedly caressing one breast - much as her. No life springs in me, no joy. I lay here in this mess of sheets. The same ones that only a week ago we tangled with our bodies in a reckless and repeated indulgence of hot flesh.Flashes still return to me. These silent drab walls were alive and listening then, when the stale air was ripe with moaning and the smell of bodily fluids. Oh how we fit together. As if I was the thick curved skeleton key to your soul's vault, the warm, wet lock below you. And when I entered I would unlock your most. On her way back home, as she drove by the ocean, she needed to visit that special place on the beach that she had avoided for far too long. Maybe it was time to open her abyss and again cherish those moments that she had never shared with another person in her life. The drive wasn’t long and soon she was pulling into the parking spot secluded on the far end of the beach. It was beautiful, secluded, and just what she needed. She lifted her beach chair and bag out of the trunk and headed to that. "What changes would be required to make the building fit on the two adjoining pieces of land we already have under contract?"Mr. Oldham's tactic backfired. Both Michael and Patricia spoke at once with differing opinions. Patricia spread a blueprint on the table and showed Sammy how the building would fit, but her husband was more vocal, shouting his wife down.The argument between the two architects clearly infuriated Sammy. Mr. Oldham thanked me again for coming to the meeting and told Sammy.