‘Rob, this is Irene.’ She paused. She wasn’t expecting me to answer, just composing her words. ‘I wanted to talk about this afternoon. Maybe y...u don’t want to talk about it, and I certainly wouldn’t blame you.’ She paused again. ‘I shouldn’t have said what I did. It wasn’t your fault and it certainly wasn’t true.’ ‘No,’ I muttered. ‘It wasn’t.’ The line went dead. I closed the refrigerator door and stared at the handset. I looked at the caller ID. It wasn’t her home number, perhaps a cell. From the day I hired her as my assistant, Maxine had always known me to be punctual. “Now, get out of here before I change my mind,” I quipped. Her brown eyes lit up, as a dazzling smile came across her face. “I don’t know how to ask you this,” she paused, looking up at the sky. “Go ahead, you can ask me anything,” I replied. She swallowed hard, and tilted her head down toward the pavement. “Is everything okay at home?” she blurted, smiling nervously. I paused for a moment to think of a. She smiled as their hands touched when he took the paper work from her. She notices a slight bulge in his pants and she wondered what it would be like to submit to his sexual desire. Grace was just like every other woman and had always wanted to be forced upon by a cop. So, her she was scared that she was going to be arrested for a bad license, which would cause her to be deported back to France, but she managed to tell him that she was sorry for running the red light. He smiled at her and told. I returned that afternoon to Brian’s freshly showered and headache free with more of a memory of the night before. Embarrassment hit me as I approached the door, remembering how eagerI was to be with him and the knowledge of him turning me down before I could think anymore about it, he opened the door and his arms flew around me as he embraced me with a hug and kiss like he hadn’t seen me in days. The afternoon faded to night as we laughed and joked as if the drunkenness from the night before.