And Mrs. Sharp." Glad to meet you, Mike, let's go get those addresses, I need to send each of them a courier message. Don't worry about your job, it s...ems you're pretty important around here."While we were walking to the administration offices, we passed some very nice offices that were dark inside. These must have been for the management staff."Mike, how many men in management are not here?" All of them, all five, sir." No need to call me, sir. Wait a second and let me make a call."I called. " I asked in a friendly voice. I frowned and made a zipping motion across my lips."Would you please tell me what is going on?" he asked as we entered the elevator."You fucking dense fool, I am almost positive our suite is bugged and you would not shut your fucking mouth. Until we find out, do not blabber about anything but the weather." I was almost angry enough to stand up and hit him right then. Instead, I told him, "Now if you can't get with the program I'll ask my wife to beat the shit out. I amexcited about the changes and the challenges that lie ahead. I can'tignore the reality of my situation nor my new role as a wife, a mother,a woman. It's only in the past few months that I've come to feel that I shouldwrite this. There have been incredible changes in my entire perspectiveand with the imminent birth of my child I will transcend into a newrealm of self-awareness. It's funny how being pregnant does that. Perhaps that's such anironically, obvious statement. But its more than. A small closet for my clothes. And some shelving, containing everything from a speaker to various bottles of oil, all different shapes and sizes and colors and unlabeled. How did the masseuses know which was which, I wondered. Did they even differ, or were they all just the same thing inside with one or two drops’ difference to provide the illusion of variety?Then again, I hadn’t exactly come here for the selection of massage oils. I laid down on the table, and pondered just how much I should.