Then I put my shorts back on and took it to the laundry room and got the washer going. I didn't even care if my mom appeared and wanted to know what t...e heck I was doing washing clothes after bedtime. But she didn't, and I just went back and fell into bed. I had a hard time getting to sleep because I kept replaying the whole thing in my mind. I couldn't believe we'd done it.Or that I'd loved doing it so much.***Claire had this amazing ability to take things in stride. Something pretty momentous. That man would be gentle and loving. He would be caring for me and ours. He would make love, not have sex. There is a difference, you know, and that sex would be sensual. I would be proud to be at his side."I realized later that that is not all there is to being a woman. It is the deeper caring for others that most men never come close to achieving. It is the sharing my hopes, dreams, and experiences with other women, and they share the same with me. I'm beginning to do that with a few women. All of our lives were now intertwined. With most of us being together for the next five to six days, we were even going to get to know each other’s kids very well. The only ones who we’d failed to keep up with were Becky and Larry. Becky had been close to Jamie while Linda and I had been close to Larry. With everything going on these last several months, our path’s hadn’t crossed. Hopefully after our ‘vacation’ things would settle down and we could reconnect.I was even missing work!Being an. "You too Patty," said Karl. Jaeger spoke flawless English with no trace of an accent. "So will Jane be returning?" His head actually turned, looking up and down at both entrances to the restaurant coach.Like a lovesick puppy, thought Patty trying not to shake her head. Odilo Blobel returned and took a seat. Patty smiled at him, trying not to laugh. Odd Blob was the perfect nickname for the Nazi. "She should come back for her food shortly Karl," said Patty, waving her hand at Jane's untouched.