*** 6pm: I clean up my desk, shuffling papers, I pick up the phone. “Baby, are you at home?” “No, love I am still at the office. Why, do you...need me to do something?” “No, all I need is you! I will handle everything. Will you be home by 7?” “No, baby, more like 7:30. See you then and oh, wear something sexy!” I end the call, pick up my laptop, stuff it in its case, and rush to the elevator. If I hurry I can shower and grant him his request. I enter the townhouse, and rush to the kitchen. Every thing shehad said was in there, plus some. I spoke with my solicitor, who saidhe would read it carefully and let me know.Just before five, Cindy and Danielle came up to the office. They werefinished for the day, mainly because Sonja had clothes that didn'tquite hang right on Danielle. She would be back tomorrow. Cindycommented that she had never seen such a variation in sizes, eventhough the tags said otherwise, "Pity the poor people buying this stuffthrough the mail. What are we doing. This may have suited Maisie: it certainly suited Charlotte who was pleased to have so much more of Emma’s attention than she’d ever had before. And it didn’t appear to concern Susan who still loved Charlotte with the same selfless and tireless devotion. Despite spending most nights in Emma’s arms, Charlotte would still be awoken by Susan who now prepared breakfast for both lovers and, of course, Maisie who sometimes accompanied her in the morning. Susan continued to wash and bathe Charlotte. One Friday about 3.00pm, I had a call from them asking if I would help turn in their new digital TV that had been delivered the day before.Jim answered the door and directed me to the living room added, “We’ve been trying to tune it in and link up the DVD but the thing doesn’t want to work” Just then Joan entered. She was buxom, size 18 and looked around 60 but plain – not ugly – just plain ordinary and seemingly dowdy. “Robert, we’ve heard that you can fix most things and we were hoping you.