Anyway as I entered the Queens Arms that evening, George was talking to a guy I didn't know at the far end of the bar. I stopped for a second just ins...de the door and scanned the bar to see who I knew in there that night. It could make the difference between whether I played a quick game of darts, or knocked a few balls around the snooker table in the back room.But out of the corner of my eye I noticed George make a small gesture in my direction with his eyes to the guy he was talking to,. " Her voice broke and she started sobbing quietly. "I can see that lady." Checking the time by his watch he went on, "If the bus is on time, it will be here in five minutes. If you want a bed for the night, get on it. I will pay your fare." Although the woman didn’t really believe there would be no strings attached to the offer, nevertheless she decided they couldn’t be worse than spending the night getting colder and colder and being moved from one wet place to another. If her life continued. She didn't leave any evidence behind - no DNA, no fingerprints, not a hair or a fiber. The thing is that she had written the breakthrough equations on a table with a marking pen. I talked the crime lab out of the tabletop later, so I know that it really happened."Even then I lied about it. I told the detective on the case that I recognized some of it when I knew exactly what I was looking at: what everybody calls the 'Theory of Everything.' I worked backward from those equations in private. He seems to loom over her as if he owns her and yet he touches her so tenderly, brushing his thumb across her lips with his hand resting on her cheek.As I am spying on this pair, watching a very private exchange, I am enthralled by the way they have their eyes locked on each other as if the world has disappeared around them and there is none but them remaining. It is almost as if I can see a hunger there, a deep need each has for the other which is starting to appear very erotic. I watch as he.