Smooth to her right. Apparently he likes what he sees and slides over one stool. Darcy smiles at him and thinks that at last things are picking up. Th...y make small talk and all Darcy’s answers are made up except her name. She doesn’t hide her wedding ring and he doesn’t seem to care. By the time her drink is done, his hand is touching her thigh and she feels the heat of it through her tight pants. It’s now or never, she thinks. ‘Would you like to slip away to somewhere more private?’ Mr. Smooth. “For the first affaire?” I suggested. “For leaving me? For the second affaire? For leaving me hanging for months? For refusing to believe me? Which?”“There you go again,” she whispered, “Getting uptight and angry.”I was about to deny it, but realised she was absolutely right, again. I apologised.“Well?” she persisted, “Can you forgive? For any of it? If she can explain?”I sagged. I’d tensed up and now consciously relaxed myself.“I got to wondering about the meaning of forgiveness on Friday. ‘You know?’ ‘I guessed. You see all sorts in my job. I asked her.’ ‘You asked Candy?’ ‘I needed to be sure.’ ‘And she could talk.’ ‘She could nod.’ ‘And you really want to see?’ ‘Yes,’ she said, sliding forwards from the chair to rest on her knees. He undid his trousers and let them drop, somehow glad now that he had dispensed with underwear this morning. ‘That is a big one. I always thought it was...’ ‘I know, little guys,’ he said. ‘We had a deal, we planned her wild nights for weeks ahead.. He has no choice he needs to get in.He opens the door. The room is dark and quite. It feels like his heart just stopped. Is this the answer, this hurtful disappointment because she's not there waiting for him like she promised when she left the elevator? He feels a burning sensation of hurt. He feels too sad and weak to stand. He approaches the bed to just lay down a bit. Does that mean that his heart and head want her too?Suddenly he sees something on the floor right in front of the right.