She said -‘i love you so much’ I said -‘ And you did you reflect on this mess ??’ – ‘ Yess and i was hoping you ...ould decide to be ok with it . it not like i was leaving you, i do not whant to loose you’ I knew the marriage was over then -‘ I have a very important question for you, Did you already go th bed with someone else???’ -‘No i swear ‘ This while looking at the floor , not at me ,she was lying . -‘. She had blonde hair. It was long but scraped back from her face and pinned up at the back in a French plait. She had the flawless skin of a twenty two year old and the tan of a girl that like to spend her spare time in the sun. She was wearing the sort of outfit that was almost a uniform for the Bureau staff. I guess the blouse was from Hermes; its bold print of gold horse bits on white silk, suggestive of how she like to treat men. She wore a straight, straw-coloured skirt that skimmed her. She didn’t know if she wanted it to be him, she just wanted to be home, in bed. The pain became too great; it seemed as though the charge was increasing. She spread again. Tears began to trickle down her cheeks, leaving blotchy mascara traces. Lloyd saw the tears, counted to ten, and then flicked the switch. He wondered if she had learned the lesson; some did, others – such as his second wife – had taken much longer to realise. He hoped that Alice would take at least three repetitions; he. " I saw him begin to reply and held up my hand to stop him. "When I say 'manservant' I mean more of a companion, who would also act as a valet, wait at my table, and in fact turn his hand to anything. My last such employee was foully murdered, but his death has been avenged. Woodrow Allen and I considered ourselves more than master and servant – I would like to think you and I could reach a similar understanding."He sat silently for some time before answering. "I can tell, by the way you.