‘I’ll get right to it, Paul.’ ‘Sir.’ ‘Martin has left the company. It’s a rough time in that market and that’s why we had to move quic...kly to fill that gap in personnel.’ ‘I completely understand, sir.’ I straightened my back. ‘The person we need has to not only know the market, but be extremely talented, motivated and progressive.’ I felt my chest puff out a little. I held in my jubilation because I was ready to jump up, shake Mr. Walsh’s and thank him profusely when he said, ‘That’s why I’ve. . I’m just getting Old?Bathing was done in a wash tub,With plenty of rich foamy sudsBut the ironing seemed never endingAs Mum pressed everyone’s ‘duds’.I remember the slap on my backside,And the taste of soap if I sworeAnorexia and diets weren’t heard ofAnd we hadn’t much choice what we wore.Do you think that bruised our ego?Or our initiative was destroyed?We ate what was put on the tableAnd I think life was better enjoyed.Author, Unknown...If you can remember those days...Continue to enjoy. "Again! You're letting your point sag too low. If you keep giving me openings, or worse, give an enemy these openings, you're going to wind up dead!" the swordmaster said quietly."I know. It's just my arm is tired. Can we halt for the day?" Roland asked a bit breathlessly."Of course. Roland, you need to work on your strength and stamina. Sword work is very serious business. If you're serious about becoming at least competent with the sword, you're going to have to make a choice."I can train you. Maybe you’d begin long before I got there with a soaking bath, the tepid water relaxing you and everyday cares floating away and your mind drifting off to happy times and of being touched and stroked very gently… Unrushed. Warm Maybe you’d slide your fingers in smooth movements with gentle strokes on your long legs and across your belly and maybe up the sides of your perfect breasts. Would your nipples already be perked by then? Standing thick, tall and straight? Proud. Would you pour bath oil.