‘Not really,’ she said, ‘all it did was remind me of how lonely I’ve been since he died.’ ‘What happened to your husband?’ Bob asked. �...He…he was killed in a car crash three years ago,’ Angie replied. Her shoulders began to shake and she sniffled softly. Bob, realizing she was crying, walked over and put his arms around her. With a soft sigh, Angie leaned back against him. ‘I really do appreciate how nice you’ve been, Bob,’ she said softly. ‘You know, when a woman gets to be my age, it isn’t. "Nothing's wrong, Colin. You're doing a fine job. I don't want to queer your pitch, that's all. Come on, I'll take you to dinner."It took another day to wrap up the details then it was back to the office to celebrate and organise the next phase. Everyone was euphoric. We had done it! There were congratulations all round. Much of the praise was directed at me. I deflected most of it and made much of Colin stepping in to fill the breach in my absence. This was only partly true. Certainly he. Now she's been married for about a year and I'm in her spotless house (a nice change from her old apartment) but she's gone out to take care of some "honeydew" items she couldn't get done after work. Which leaves me alone w/ her 22-year old daughter Lanisha. Also hanging around at this time (there when I arrived to talk w/ my former co-worker friend) is Lanisha's friend Veronica.Lanisha has her Mother's Haitian looks but is taller and more lanky. Of course her Mom is 5' 2" w/ a full set of tits. ‘That would have helped.’ ‘So you have a problem with my, uh, my situation?’ she asked. ‘Allie. Dear sweet, Allie,’ I said. ‘You’re a married woman. I have a thing about that. A big thing. Right or wrong, you belong with him. My marriage ended in divorce because of infidelity. I’m not going to ruin someone else’s for the same thing.’ ‘But he doesn’t have to know.’ ‘He’ll find out. Husbands always do. I did before. He will now.’ ‘I’m sorry, Greg, so very sorry’ she said, facing me with her.