‘Yes?’ I whispered. ‘Are you going to let me help you?’ he leaned forward as if trying to pull the answer from my soul. I glanced at my hands,...shaking in my lap. How could I trust anyone anymore? Why should I? My eyes darted nervously around the room, settling on the intense look gazing back at me. But this was Stefan, and I had known him for years… and I couldn’t live with the paranoia anymore. ‘Yes,’ I said after a moment, not knowing how I managed to get that death warrant from my lips.. She didn’t say a word – just beckoned me to follow her. We went through to another room and she locked the door behind us and moved towards me.“How long have you been fucking my husband?” she said.“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” was all I could splutter out“Yes you do. I know what he’s like and you’re very attractive so I’m sure he’s tried and I bet you’ve let him.”I turned away as I’m not good at telling lies without my cheeks and neck going crimson. “Mark and I are doing. Helps that he’s derived a guaranteed overload of ‘cute’ from his Norsk-Celtic-whatever else ancestry. Blue eyes and red hair like his mom. And talks.Stoney Senior draws a few covert stares. Stoney’s got a scar, THAT scar, earned in combat. It shows. He still carries himself well, too, the obvious effort in NOT succumbing to a sedate lifestyle. That’s a problem we ALL face. So far, none have succumbed. Hell, truth be known, after Jason got HIS degree, he LOST weight.Somebody commented at a. She of course didn’t know the area at all. “Let me pick you up, alright?” he told her and they arranged a time. He was more then happy to pick her up, more then happy to have dinner with a former classmate, and more then happy to be with what he considered a beautiful looking woman that evening. They talked and they talked and she got more and more comfortable as the evening went on and on. Before she realized it she had missed her flight back home. “Oh my lord,” she said. “I’m gong to miss my.