When John and Sheri arrived in Florida, they set up a meet at a local restuarant. I went to the restuarant and met John. He said Sheri sends him to ch...eck out the people they meet. After talking with John for a while he suggested we go to his house and meet Sheri. I followed John to his house and met Sheri. She was absolutely gorgeous. She was wearing a red polo shirt and a pair of tan shorts. The shorts showed off the qualities of her ass, which was quite impressive. We sat in the living room. Then again in the laying position. Finally satisfied the book and measure went away and he took first a picture on his phone then his pleasure with the by now very excited lady, laying on her back on the carpet! Harry stepping aside and standing as if waiting to assist! Barney`s ministrations did not take long, the couple writhing about like snakes in a pit giving themselves to one another in a most single-minded way, watched intently by both John and Harry, who at John`s insistence now had. Sophia could only hear one half of the conversation."Hello? Hi Christine. No, I'm OK. I'm healing. Yeah, they caught the guys. No, I'm fine. Well, I don't think we're going to make it to Worlds, I'm still pretty beat up. Yeah, we'll see. Yeah, I love you too, skate babe. Talk to you later." He hung up the phone. "That was Christine Arsenault. How did she get my number?" I gave it to her," Sophia told him."What? Why?" Because she wanted to talk to you." Well, I didn't want to talk to her. That. It's the final paradox I've hadto face: the knowledge that everyone I know and love is - at some level- a total stranger. Frances Woodrow isn't my Mother, Constance Radcliffisn't my best friend, and Leisa Newtown isn't my Aunt Lizzie.The doubts and fears usually creep in around ten PM, after the day'swork is finished and I'm getting ready for bed. I often look out the baywindow into the night sky, winding down at the end of a long evening,when my mind is free to wander where it will. Almost.