‘Very good work, Mr. Rodgers I’ve got your check right here but I’d like to keep you on it if you’re not too busy. I need you to follow Mrs. C...ark some more and oh yes, much more pictures.’ ‘But Mr. Clark these should be more than enough to prove that your wife is cheating on you…’ ‘Mr. Rodgers I already know my wife cheats on me, I not looking for evidence I’m looking for titillation.’ He went on to tell me of a marriage gone stale and the role-playing games they indulged in to spice up the. Everything else is soft in comparison. Everything is dim. Like a cold night back in Massachusetts. A winter night. I love winter. You curl up on the couch when it gets dark so early. Grab a book. Sit by the fire. Everything is dark, but you can see from the crackling fire. The fire glows amber. The whole room is amber. The book is amber. The world is amber. Sarah is amber. And amber is safe.Of course, I’m safe. I nod with understanding. The hand slips from my mouth and nose. I don’t gasp in air. "She passed me the four loaves and I paid her in American scrip. She would be able to get more value for it than any amount of Italian lire. The look on her face was one of pleased surprise. I wondered if it was more than she had seen in a week. No one had approached the store in the time I had been there.I went back to our operations center that morning and made some inquiries. My sergeant was a horse trader of the first order, and I explained what I wanted and why I wanted it. He was quick to. Then I had to sit there with wet pants and a very distinct smell. That was unpleasant and humiliating and gross, too.And I’d had a sexy dream about Lance Jenkins. What was that all about? The guy was a jerk. I mean, sure, he looks fine. But after Dan’s last football game he tried to pick me up and he was – well, you probably remember what he was like. I told you all about it back then.Ugh! I wanted to scrub my brain out with soap and water.The room outside the closet was suddenly full of noise.