I slept restlessly, tossing and turning so much Kimber complained. She was bright and energetic in the morning, giving me smiles and a kiss before hea...ing off to class.I moped. I wandered the house at loose ends, the closed door down the hall threatening me; something I feared. Twice I approached it and turned away.Mid afternoon, I sipped scotch - something I never did at that hour - and tried to steel myself.The door was an impossible barrier. I stood in front of it, hand on the handle. Taking. After shaving and lotioning my skin and putting on make-up I headed for my bedroom which still was filled with the smell of sex. I opened all the windows, had to change all the bedclothes and then knelt on the floor, scrubbing it until my hands were sore. It was 7 a. m. so I had plenty of time left. Time for home-me to make place for casual-me.I got hands on my 'Friday' clothes and let myself time with putting them on. At first, I slowly pulled the white slip up my legs, jiggling my butt to get. Consider it my special way of apologizing."Tyler looked back at Ben, confused. "Apologizing?" Yeah. For being... judgemental of you, last night at the saloon thing.For assuming you were just some sleazy prostitute." Oh," Tyler said. "Um... that's okay. I mean, it makes sense that youwould come to that conclusion after looking up the name of the company.It's not like it's a big secret around here." Not just that," Ben continued. "Your friend. Amber. She seemed reallynice, really settled. Not. “I’m proposing to investigate nothing more, and as for suing that is a bridge we cannot cross until we have arrived with a cartload of evidence. Right now, all you have is a theory and no way to prove it.”There was a chorus of “What about the file.”“What file? Your only evidence is a statement from a dying man. That’s not proof,” Steven said, and he intended to say no more for he was sure that the audience was laced with spies, and in this, he was correct. Putting aside Theresa Hartman, who had.