A slinky blonde certified booth babe came over, asked Cindy which agency she worked for, said that the 'nerd girl' look was a neat angle and the red h...ir was gonna put 'er out of business." Nooo." Ah, yes ... I am Cindy the Nerd Girl." We are, you know," Kim said. "There's a certain segment of manhood that finds us exciting."Giggle. "I know. I married 'im," I said."Me too," Susan said."You. You don't get to be a nerd girl, Susan. You're a classic beauty." Awwwww, thanks..." And that's a typical. “I think all those handstands must’ve damaged your brain,” Marie chided, “I mean, think—Penny could have made her first sale weeks ago.”“Peut-être,” Sébastien nodded, “But all’s well that ends well, no? Monsieur Caine got what he wanted.”He probably always does, doesn’t he? I slumped back in my seat.“I just...I don’t get it.”Marie turned, “Don’t get what?”“Him,” I frowned, “this fixation of his. He was so stubborn last night,” my toes curled under the table, “I don’t get why he’s obsessed with. Taking a deep breath, I climbed out of my car and made my way across the shingle drive to the porch. As my feet crunched on the stones I heard the trees gently rustle in the light wind that swirled around the massive house. I climbed the steps and rang the door bell. 7:29.The door swung inwards and Peter stood there, dressed in a smart black suit, white shirt (straining at his belly) and black bow tie. He ushered me in and steered me to a room just off the black and white tiled entrance hall.. Yes, she was having an affair and it was not with just one guy. He had videos of her and three different guys today, so far. Each one was at a motel in San Marcos. They came in about a half hour apart, and he was trying to track down who each guy was, but it didn't look good for me. I thanked him and said I would check with the bank, then go see my lawyer. He recommended Sylvia Burnett. She loved going after cheating spouses, and she didn't care if they were male or female, only that children.