Then he remembered that his wife was also a woman of exacting standards, and he was good enough for her. Alicia had wanted him, and wanted him badly.... He was a skilled lover, he paid attention to what his lover wanted and needed. As these thoughts crystallized, they tattered and dissipated the fog of doubt that had been growing in his mind. Fleur looked over her shoulder at him and smiled.He smiled back at her, and he felt invincible. As she led him into her room, he realized just how much. “Shh,” he called over his shoulder, finger to smiling lips, as he went out the door. Theresa stood there for a full fifteen minutes, trembling with rage. She would call the police. He had looked at pornography on the library’s computer; he had insulted her; he had molested her. But she had no idea who he was or how to find him. In a haze of anger she finally managed to close up the library and lock the doors. It wasn’t until she was reached her car and was fumbling in her purse for the keys. His face was expressionless, but there was a twinkle, a sparkle in his character that she hadn't noticed before.Blushing Azzie replied, "Well you might say, it was one of those nights. I'm sorry I'm late."Was that a lustful grin on his lips, Azzie wondered. She couldn't be sure if it was or not, because the second it appeared, it disappeared again.Pierce had developed a dignified business persona and demeanor that served him well. He had a look that he wore like a mask, even through the most. Jeff knew he was going to hate it and was already trying to plan a way to get out of this place. He had only heard about it from his family, and it already made him sick, recalling the way they acted like it was some resort that didn't even feel like a school. He had no interest in going to some school for snobby girls and cocky rich guys just so he might have a chance at getting in an Ivy League school.His thoughts were pulled back into the present when the driver announced that they were.