"Up until that moment Darren hadn't been sure where the conversation was headed. Becca's little come on smile and the fact she had missed him said a l...t.He was now relaxed and no longer shaking. He smiled back and said, "I've missed you too, Becca. Seven-thirty will be fine, I'll see you then."At his words Darren watched her eyes light up as a tear trickled down her face. He wiped it off her cheek and whispered softly, "Yeah, I'll definitely be there."Becca felt a shiver go through her body at. The lady on the right is wearing a smart dusky pink suit witha cashmere sweater underneath, grey tights and simple, but very elegant,court shoes. She is a brunette, her hair only shoulder length and nicelycurled. The blond, hands around the man's bottom is just about to kisshim. The other lady, half open lips, has her hands around his chest. Helooks ecstatic; and why not. But look more closely; I said they are good pictures Each of his arms isbehind each lady at bra height. The ladies are tall. Suddenly, she remembered that there was something else in the envelope she had received. She walked to where the envelope lay on the floor in a daze, part of her still insisting that none of this could have happened. She reached in and pulled out the folded paper, opening it and looking desperately at the information written on it. She had been hoping for an explanation, perhaps an apology, but instead there were two lines of text. "Call me by noon. XXX-XXX-XXXX" Despite the lack of information. The next thing I knew, I was trailing behind her through the aisles of our neighborhood department store. She navigated the route through complicated walkways like a seasoned sailor, and we found ourselves at the boundary between Lingerie and Casual Apparel. On the right, mannequins stood guard wearing pretty dresses; on the left, they towered over us in garish underwear.Unfortunately, on this day, Sara's preferences put us on the right side of the aisle. She turned away from the bras and.