"+++ Oliver Douglas came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his now merely damp and clammy shirt. He still wore his blue slacks and argyl... socks, and refused to take them off, afraid they'd disappear on him. Suddenly there was a loud crash from the kitchen! He ran to see what it was. "The souffl? fell!!" Lisa cried in frustration. "What did you have in that--" Before he could finish the question, he saw that laying on the floor was the door of the old black, wood burning stove.. I agreed and we went to his townhouse.I had been in situations like this before. You go to a manís home and the first thing he wants is to get in your pants. I figured this is what would happen at Mikeís. But I didnít mind it was as good a way to kill a couple hours as any other. He offered me a beer and we sat and talked for a while. Then he said he had an idea. I thought okay here it comes, but I was wrong. He suggested we play a game of Sex Words. It is a dice game but. Generally, I find they leave me alone to do my own thing here with my own people, anyway. Just as long as I keep the board of directors advised and happy. They really only seem to care about profit anyway. So that's me, running a software company. It's pretty mundane at best, but about a year ago, the strangest thing happened. It started out as a routine day. I was sitting in my office going over some of the previous month's numbers, when I heard some people out on the floor. I heard one woman. I was surprised you wrote as much in them about Michelle as you did. I figured it would be totally circumspect like with Tanya.”“I debated with myself on that topic and just wrote what I felt was right.”“And still nothing about that big thing.”“And there never will be. And you agreed not to mention it. Or even think about it!”“Don’t you think at some point Albert and Ashley need to know?”“At some point, I do. But it’s not up to me. And did I just confirm your suspicion?”Elyse laughed, “You did.