Robert, the 6'2", muscular, tan, power-lawyer with short brown hair was the first man that Livia had to actively pursue. Sultry glares were not enoug..., and she had to go out of her way to be nice to him before he would pay any attention to her. The chase was what made him special. The fact that Robert chose Olivia of all women soothed her fiery soul. Now, unfortunately, the soothing effect was gone, and Livia burned with revenge against both Robert and his unnamed whore. Livia. I pushed the door open some more and knocked saying, Its time to get up Steve. Friday night was our normal night out and we were heading down to the surf club for a few drinks. Paulene had a hot form fitting pencil skirt on and a gorgeous low cut sheer top with which her bra was deliberately visible through the material. I called it her casual sexy look. I called a taxi while Paulene was putting the finishing touches to her makeup. Steve was sitting in the lounge room watching TV, I called. One of my favorites is the, what did you call it? Oh yes, the widow's walk. The small high balcony at the top of the house, where a sea captain's wife would pace and watch and wait for her husband to return... There's a certain elegance to the practice, don't you think? I think I'm going to take it up. My condo in California faces east. I'm going to find the exact great-circle path from my balcony to M.I.T., and I'm going to pace very morning and stare towards Cambridge, and dream of the time. I knew that I was in trouble. “I think I better go now,” I said meekly. “You’re not going anywhere,” he said calmly. I stood up. “SIT THE FUCK DOWN WHILE YOU CAN!” he ordered. “What do you mean by ‘while you can’?” I asked. “You’ll see,” he said with a sinister grin. I clutched my hands and looked down at the oval glass coffee table as he took a chair from the kitchen and placed in the center of the room. “Uh oh,” I thought to myself. He sat on the chair and looked at me. His eyes were.