Five minutes passed, then ten and just as Bob thought that he might have guessed wrong, Tina came out of the hotel on the arm of a tall black man that...Bob instantly recognized. John Wright was one of the company's biggest customers and his company was responsible for a good twenty percent of Bob's company's bottom line. But what was he doing with Tina, or better yet, what was Tina doing with him? He followed them to Carl's ChopHouse and then one hour later to one of the many nightspots that dot. I could almost see the wheels turning as she struggled for a response."Is that why you're home early? Checking up on me, Steve? Afraid I'd get bored with you gone to who knows where all the time? Worried that I'd find someone that appreciated me and could be persuaded to stay close, rather than wandering all over the place, neglecting their husbandly duties?"Now I was caught by surprise. Brooke was complaining about my business trip? She had never mentioned any problems with it before."You know. Robin reached for the black boots, which had 5" stiletto heels and would zip up to his thighs. "Boy, am I glad my feet are still small!", Robin muttered to himself, "These look a bit small, but should still fit." Sure enough, after inserting his foot into the first boot and wiggling the toes to get the foot settled in, he found it tight but workable, since he wouldn't be wearing them for more than a couple of hours. He zipped on the other boot, then minced his way back to the mirror. . You ask me something, and I'll answer it to the best of my ability, and then I'll do the same. Okay?" ... why?" You've been living here for weeks, Renee, and I hardly know anything about you."She glanced away. "I'm your synthetic. It's not like you need to know me." But I want to." He shrugged. "I won't force you to tell me stuff you don't want to. But I will tell you whatever you want, and I won't get mad." Anything, huh?" She pet the book in her lap, eyes distant. Questions, inquiries she.