. once... twice... three times. Is she ever goingto answer? Oh, wait, she's picking it up now. Why is my heart pounding likethis? "Jenny? Hi love, it'... me. Are you still coming over tonight? Good!I'll be here waiting for you. See you soon honey." I can't believe it's really going to happen. Don't know if I'll beable to control myself. This young woman excites me so. Hope my need for herdoesn't scare her off. Seems like it's taking forever for her to get here.But I have waited this long,. "That's not how I told you to do the dishes!" completely eliminating please, thank you and the magic word "asked" none of which wordswitches were featured in the second set of "DISH RULES."MomdayTuesday came by a third time. A new set of dish rules but this time the dishes have been left since Sunday, when we had La-gag-ya, with all it's horrendous features: Burnt on cheese, tomato sauce, and pasta in GLASS. I got it spotless. All the dishes sparkled, they were perfectly organized on freshly. I wanted to cry, but I just couldn’t give my brother the satisfaction of seeing me do that. Everyone started talking at once. I sat there stupidly as everyone tried to justify what they had done. I couldn’t concentrate on what they were all saying, everything was a jumble. I was still angry and on the verge of tears, and finally asked everyone to leave the bedroom except my wife. “Just be quiet, Let me talk Francis honey. I know you’re upset. I can’t change what. She sat quietly, nervously and heard footsteps outside the door. She listened as a card key slid into the slot, she heard the lock catch and the handle turning. She held her breath as she heard the door open and realized that she didn't hear it close. Whatever was going to happen in room 419 tonight was one thing but she certainly didn't want other guests in the hotel to know about it! Yet, instead of protesting, instead of getting up and walking out, she sat. And waited. She heard soft.