Half an hour later I still had no idea who Doug had talked into leaving the party with him. During that half-hour I saw several women hit the bathroom...and I wondered what they had talked about, but I couldn't spend all my time under that window because I was bound to be missed. When I saw Myra and Sarah make a second trip to the bathroom I slipped out of the party and got back to where I could hear what was going on. I figured that Myra had figured it out and was going back to the john to get. The car was an expensive Mercedes model, sleek and black. That wasn't unusual in their upscale neighborhood, but he still didn't recognize it. He glanced inside but couldn't see anything that would indicate who the car belonged to. When he looked at the house, there didn't seem to be any lights on inside. A weird feeling suddenly came over him... almost a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. While he wasn't a suspicious person by nature, something didn't seem right.He opened the front. ’ ‘How very odd!’ said Phyllis, her eyes darting all around. ‘So nothing of value taken?’ ‘The computer, and some of our silver plate was out.’ said Mr. Jones. ‘My wife was polishing it in anticipation of a party I was planning to throw. They got all of that.’ ‘So was the plate insured?’ Phyllis asked. ‘Fortunately, yes.’ said Mr. Jones. ‘The computer was, also.’ ‘Who are your insurers?’ asked Phyllis. ‘State Farm.’ said Mr. Jones. ‘Mr. Tennison is my agent.’ ‘Were any papers stolen? Any. He was a much older man who I put in his late 50’s living almost opposite to us; at the time I thought he was a widower.As we were talking my husband drove into our drive and he said -- he'd better hang up, and he asked if I minded that he saw me and I said no, not at all, and he asked if I minded if he call me again, I said okay. I must admit that in those few minutes of talking I had become quite aroused, at knowing I’d been seen. As that day passed I became more comfortable with knowing I’d.