In the Netherlands, it’s a custom that the wedding guests give the couple money and especially in my part of the country people were generous with t...e amount they gave. The people in the east tended to be more generous than those in the west were. Additionally, with my mother’s side of the family doing well financially, I wasn’t too concerned. In fact, I had a feeling we might even come out ahead. Then there was also the scheming that my parents, grandparents, and in-laws did. They all adored. For some reason, people in the academic world liked to keep their work hush-hush until they were ready for publication, and maybe that was why he didn't want to discuss it on the phone.As Karen went up the walk toward the door, she took a look down at herself to make sure that everything was in place. She had chosen her clothes carefully when she dressed. She wanted to look her best for Professor Wells. She had chosen a black skirt that fit her perhaps a bit too tightly. She could feel it. It was natural for Roger to think of something they'd already done, which might seem more comfortable."In the sauna?" he asked.Jane looked at him and remembered how she'd felt the last time they were in the sauna."No," she said. She realized that sounded like she was rejecting his idea out-of-hand. "Somebody might come in," she added, trying to undo what she thought she'd just done."True," he said. The fact that she didn't want to be disturbed made something tingle inside him."Not one of our. He turned on the radio, which always helped to focus his attentions, and the sounds of hard 70’s rock dove out of the speakers. It was then, over the rhythmic cords of Heart’s Barracuda, that he heard her voice, “Slow the fuck down, you maniac!”He turned around, his heart in his chest, and stared blankly at the woman behind him while nearly going off the street. “What the fuck! Who the hell are you?!”She looked back at the approaching prowler’s colored lights and replied, “Does it really matter.