your husband, a former military man, became a racer. Tight uniform, sometimes you just wanted to slap him on the thigh yourself, but alas, he went to the start, and you sat among other race visitors, often with girlfriends, who were clearly jealous of you. When asked, you answered briefly: "My sexy symbol behind the wheel of a racing car." John always won the race. In the evening, you drank wine while John was in the shower. -Honey, I'm on my way! - He responded, coming out with only a towel on his belt