Now he’s only mildly annoyed by them!”“Mike, do you plan to marry a doctor?” Kimiko asked.I shook my head, “I don’t have a plan one way or... the other. You know my feelings for you and we’re taking things one day at a time.”“And on THAT note, I think we should head to bed,” Glenda said.She and Clarissa both hugged me and left the room, closing the door behind them. I found it amusing that as soon as I’d expressed my feelings, even obliquely, Glenda had decided it was time to leave, despite it. They lived in an apartment complex with a pool and clubhouse. We went swimming in the pool and I got a look at Sylvia. Tim and Sylvia are about 30 years old. She was about five foot five and a little over weight with big tits, wide hips, and a very cute face. She had long chestnut hair. Her suit was cut low in the front to show a lot of cleavage and I enjoyed the view (always a big-boob admirer). We went back to their place and had steaks on the grill and beer. Sylvia was in a wrap-around sun. I'm proud of you, Baby." Thanks, Mom. And thanks for making me do it."I went in the kitchen and called Jill. It rang four times and got picked up by her answer machine. Great.I started to leave a message when she picked up the phone."Jack?" Yeah. Hi, Jill." Hi." How are you doing?" OK. How about you?" I'm fine. I was wondering if you could make it over to Fernmont Thursday afternoon. I know you have class that night but we're having a swim meet against Sol Vista. It should be over by 5:00." I. All of these tasks were part of Joe's normal domain and putter. He was the doer, the facilitator, the 110 percenter who took charge and made things happen. Being hog-tied to the wheelchair had him frustrated. It wasn't his style. When he would oversee a project at Johnson Construction he usually told his staff and crew that he never expected anyone to work any harder than him. They were comforting words to everyone, except no one could work harder than Joe, putting in 12-15 hour days as a norm.