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Life Buoy for an Amputee or an Amputee Who Is a Life Buoy?

... could build a house like this one. Especially your parents’ kitchen and some rooms here will serve as a model. Could you imagine a house, which is full of handrails, poles and frames from the basement to the attic?" I was pleased to reply, "Absolutely! And I’d do striptease for my future husband on a pole in our house when the kids can’t watch us." We both burst out laughing again as we imagined the scene. "Wendy, you’ve a fantastic sense of humor. You’re a stunning beautiful woman and your leg doesn’t bother me at all. It’s a gorgeous one, if you ask me… I’m really looking forward to that dance you’ve just promised." "Are you? Then you should hurry building the house you’ve just promised," I pointed out. We were practically shaking and roaring with laughter by now, and every head in the room turned toward us. When John went to the restroom, my sister Jessica ran up to me to congratulate on my conquest, "See? I told you! I said your spouse candidate would come from another group, not the guys you were trying to catch in the mall. Remember?" "You were right," I admitted, "Now I know what you meant. He’d have to be trodden on by life, hopeless, and waiting for the sun to shine on him, like me. But not necessarily handicapped. Is that it?" My sister smiled at me, "Exactly." I suddenly felt two warm hands cover my eyes from behind. They were my brother’s. Having obviously overheard my conversation with Jessica, he came to congratulate me and to show off, too. "Talk about ...

... wisdom, whose idea was it to invite John for ten o’clock?" he swaggered in a playful voice. "Thank you Carl, you were great!" I turned and hugged him hard. When everybody went to the garden I remained alone with John. "Before I’ll ask you to be my wife, I’ve got an even more important question to clear," he said. I beamed at him expectantly, "I’m all ears." "Wendy, I think the most important thing is your security. First, we are to build a super "subway carriage" house, the sole owner of which will be you, of course. I know your father has enough money. Your brother and I would use our company’s potentials to decrease the expenses and my father’s friends and colleagues could work free of charge on Saturdays and Sundays too. When the house is ready and it’s your property, we’ll get married." he poured these words on me rather rapidly, all in one breath, but now he drew some air into his lungs for the proposal he was saving for the end of his presentation. "Well now, I think it’s time to ask you, isn’t it?" he asked, prolonging the inevitable, "Wendy, would you like to be my wife with these conditions?" I nearly burst into tears with joy that such a nice and caring man proposed to me, and I wanted to shout yes, yes and yes, but I forced myself to keep cool and took a humorous tone, "Definitely. I mean it was definitely high time you proposed to me and made a fixed schedule for our future life, given the fact that we have known each other for more than four hours now…" But I couldn't ...