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

... are walking on clouds for me, they are so glad to see my happiness. My Mom wished good luck for us when I left home, and it’s obvious what she meant." "Does it disturb you if I call you my Kitchen Fairy?" I asked Wendy before getting into our cars. "No, of course not," she said smiling, "I’m happy to be called that, you know. It’ll always remind me of how well I cooked you in our kitchen for my birthday lunch. You were cooked well, so now you taste just fine." Wendy’s family was entirely happy and I had to stay for dinner. Since catching my cheating second wife this was the first time I had felt the sun shining on me at long last. I discussed my timetable with Wendy, because I wanted to spend as much time as possible with her. When I had enough time we would meet at her favorite coffee shop in the mall for a romantic chat before we went to my apartment. When we were short of time, she came directly to my flat after my mobile call. On these occasions I waited for her in the parking lot and escorted her to her car when she left in the evening. We made love, and not just raw sex. Some Saturdays and Sundays she cooked lunch or dinner for the whole family and I was glad to spend the day with them. I liked to arrive at nine o’clock and learn how to assist my love in the kitchen. There were not many of these weekends, because the construction of our special house took most of my Saturdays and Sundays away. But it was worth doing so and we all knew that. Wendy’s grandfather, Fred, ...

... was a realtor and had started to assist our firm on a regular basis. Many times he provided us with good business opportunities so that we could maximize our construction capacities at a profit. Now he found an empty lot near Wendy’s parents and bought it on the spot. That was to be the place for Wendy’s new home. Having the lot for sure, we held a family meeting to plan the design and the construction schedule. The participants, apart from Wendy, and me were of course her dad, her granddad, her brother, and my dad. It was Carl and I who set the basic design, and the house was great, in all meanings of the word. It was a three-storey building; basement, ground floor and a first floor. The ground floor had a kitchen, a bathroom with toilet, shower bath and tub, but also a separate toilet with washbasin, a dining room, a living room, a study, a bedroom, a nursery room later to be turned into the second kid’s room and the first kid's room. The kitchen was a replica of the one already functioning so perfectly at Wendy’s parents’, so my Kitchen Fairy could use it at once, without having to get accustomed to a new environment. The garage passageway was large enough to house the washing machine, and the garage itself was planned for three cars. The first floor contained three guestrooms and a bathroom. There were less poles and handrails up here than on the ground floor. There was an attic under the main roof, which could later be used for storage if needed. The garden was measured ...