And, no, we didn't have sex. I don't think I'm your type, and I'm with Lisa," I said with a smile. That produced a haunted look that I didn't know how...to interpret so I headed for the kitchen. "Lisa can let you in and get you to the shower. She also has the bag with your fresh clothes. I folded your other clothes and put them next to the couch. Your gun is in the stack."She waved me on. "Go ahead. I'll sit here and wake up first. Lisa might want to come to me rather than have me barge in on. We had a Harlequin romance, it seemed that we were invincible to the problems that killed so many other people’s marriages. The perfect house, in the perfect neighborhood. The nice cars, with nice clothes, the Jones’ people were trying to keep up with. Nice party’s with nice people, I could never see any flaw.The overwhelming demands of a homemaker must have been awful. She wore it well, the only place she raised her voice was in our bedroom. The sounds she made during our lovemaking were. "I'll leave you to do your job," PD told Susan. "Alan, do you have a tire kit?" Yes, I do. It's in my trunk." Get it and make a plaster cast of this tire track. There's one up ahead about ten feet, get one of those too," she said. Then she walked up the road to see if she could see anything. PD saw that the vehicle had taken a turn that made a muddy print. "Here too, Alan. Cal, he turned here and went back down towards town. Are there any side roads before this spot and town?" No!" He called to. It was formed in heavenly harmony between his strong back and ripped hamstrings.He stepped in front of the shower, opened the faucet. “Get me a beer” he ordered with a strong voice.“Which…” I began to say before he interrupted me.“Any” he said. “Any will do”.“Sure… immediately” I replied and rushed to the bar. I bought a Heineken, ran back to the room, and closed the door (or so I thought) behind me. I went into the room and felt the steamy heat coming out the shower. I tried not to look.