She was still lying across the width of the bed, and she was still fully clothed. She got undressed quickly and climbed in under the covers. She was a...leep as soon as her head hit the pillows. This time she did not dream about Chris. She did not dream at all.The next morning she went and took a shower and then she got dressed and made her way down to breakfast. James and Beatrice were already sitting at the table. And when Beatrice saw her she looked down at her cup of coffee that was sitting. ..." I get it hubby's a southern bred racist bastard." Man leave her alone and help her with the packages."Before I could say another word they grabbed up the packages and followed me to my car. I tried to give them some money for the help, "Thanks, but it was our pleasure." I was just trying to repay your kindness, what can I do to thank you?" Have a drink with us," the nasty one said."Really I can't." We'll bring you some place and your pathetic husband will never know." Where?" It's a couple. ”I smiled with a little embarrassment from their gratitude. I really did believe the cops would have probably caught the guy anyway. “Well, I’m glad I could help,” I told Angela. I looked down at Maria who was smiling up at me. That made me smile in return. “And you get better real soon, okay?”Her smile got about as big as she could muster as she nodded her head.I told them I had to get going so we said our goodbyes and I took off for my first assignment, but that meeting put me in a good mood. At this point I was still in a fog: feeling confused, almost dreaming, still pissed about the loud music but curious as to what the hell was going on. I shuffled back to the bedroom to get my glasses.When I returned I realized that the blur was a guy's ass, and not a bad one either. Now I was starting to wake up. I moved to the other side of the window - trying to get a better view as I stood naked in my kitchen, trying to see more of what I knew had to be going on. I felt kind of nasty.