"It was another of many apologies. I knew that. She had ignored the others, but this one brought an air of superiority to her. She sat up a little str...ighter with shoulders back, thrusting her bare breasts toward me."It hurts doesn't it? I spent weeks imagining the things you and Joanna did together. I tortured myself, trying to find some way to get over what you did, trying to figure out whether there would ever be a way to forgive you, to stay with you. When I met Stephan, I knew what I had. I stand with my hands resting on the counter, my back to the room. I don’t see you walking over to me, but I instantly sense your presence when you appear at my side.“Nice dress,” you murmur, quite casually, as your thigh presses against mine.“Thank you,” I reply, without turning to look at you.I feel your eyes drop lower, onto my cleavage, which is enticingly displayed for you, thanks to my push-up bra.“Good to see that you’re getting a proper tan.”I’m all ready to say something cheeky about. For the third straight night, Jake went into town, most likely to the bar at the Old South Inn. He always left the house lights on with the curtains drawn, but there wasn’t any movement. No one else came or left. Steele would search the house and, if it didn’t produce a lead, he’d take a more drastic action. Interrogate Jake using the skills acquired during his years in the military. Not the Geneva convention ones, the covert Special Ops ones. But what if Jake was no more than a racist? That. 6 o'clock, 7, 8, 9 o'clock. Then the preparations began. This is usually the part where gurls like me go through an entire list of how they prepare for an outing, down to the brand of skin care and makeup they use. To save strain on the eyes, I'll summarize- a shower, shaving myself extra smooth all over, checking myself in the mirror, pouring myself a drink in just a towel, savoring the delicious anticipation of Pam's first night out.As I had actually thought ahead about this whole trip, I had.