As I looked at her in the air conditioning of my house I really felt bad for some reason. She was quite red and quite wet from sweating. She looked li...e she was on the verge of heart stroke.I invited her to the kitchen and offered her some ice water, hoping to avert any sickness. She accepted the water and sat at the breakfast bar on one of the stools. It was hard not to notice her long legs and imagine what she may look like if she was not working.As we talked I found out that I was her last. It makes me jealous.I feel very drab in my sweat pants and sweat shirt.I fix them each a glass of wine and pour myself my fourth glass of the night. Ken and Ann sit on the couch and I take the easy chair across the room. We make small talk and have several more drinks for almost an hour.We begin to talk about the dancing lessons I gave Ken several weeks ago."I want to thank you, Penny, for teaching Ken to dance. He is really a good dancer now. He was too embarrassed to ask me to teach. That they spoke sohighly of her even today, two years after her death, indicated much aboutthe love and care that had been in this home.I looked again at the picture. Then I saw it, lurking in plain viewbehind the woman's beauty:Ruthless decisiveness.-----000-----Well, Rikki did say to seat ourselves.Acting on instinct and a good hunch, I sat at the head of the table andstarted bantering back and forth with the twins. Rikki brought the platesout from the kitchen. He appeared surprised when he. I hugged her tight and gently said: ‘Easy, easy, it’ll be OK.’ Once she calmed down, she started to talk. ‘You’re right. I am.’ She said, in a very depressing voice. ‘Well then, tell me what happen.’ I requested. Her and I shared everything. ‘It’s Jack. He’s been cheating on me and I just found out last night.’ She said, in a very un-easy voice. Now I was pissed off. I knew that scum would go and do something like this. I never liked the guy, he was a prick. ‘I saw another woman sucking.