"Is there somewhere to wash my hands, Mrs Maxwell?" The sink will be fine, Mr Turner." After he'd washed, she invited him to sit again."I'm afraid I'm...a bit sweaty, Mrs Maxwell." That's all right, Mr Turner—there nothing wrong with sweat, if it's earned honestly! Here's your tea, and would you care for some home-made cake?" Yes—please! And I have no objection to you calling me George, Mrs Turner." Very well, George! I meant to ask you, George: do you have a family?" If you mean a wife and. She rushed and got a home pregnancy test and was delighted to see that turn blue too. She called her sister with the news.The rest of the story played out quickly. At my suggestion, all three of us snuck up to see those husbands during another one of their 'golf weekends'. For $100, we got a room key from the maid and came into their room with cameras clicking and camcorders recording. The divorces that followed were easy and fast. No court dates—the settlements were in camera, with. "Sorry, that was cruel," she said. "You mean you making up for the fun part of what I'd give up. Could you do that?"Anthony visibly shrank, avoiding her eyes, looking at the table, staring at the remains of the maple syrup with his fork."I don't know." What do you think Laura, could he do that? How was he last night?" He was scared about cheating on you, so he needed a lot of work. Really he needs the kind of therapy you do. It's kind of funny isn't it— you've helped a load of couples and guys. Declaring a truce until such time that she could runover to the library to read up on Anaximander’s supposed theory ofevolution, Oriana grinned and clasped Cory’s hand in laughing formality.Such beautiful hands he had. Long, straight fingers, shiny nails,neatly trimmed. And a firm handshake, too; strong but considerate. Herinner self gasped, but Oriana limited that expression to her mind. Regretfully removing her hand from his, Oriana turned to her computer tohide whatever silly.