I was being dramatic. But it was just how I felt.Then she turned and saw me and our eyes locked. I swear that for the next five minutes everybody coul...n't see us and went on about their business, gripping and grinning and passing the peace around, while Mia and I stood like statues, staring at each other.And then it was too late to run, because she was suddenly walking toward me. It was that confident stride that you see models use on the runway, long legged and sassy, like she wasn't worried. .. well you know what happened." Did I do something wrong?" No, you were too nice, too reasonable, too good to me; that's why I love you but I couldn't imagine that you'd love me if you knew I had thoughts like that." She stopped for a second and I could see that she was fighting back tears. "Actually I don't know why you haven't thrown me out already." I haven't thrown you out because I love you. Acting out fantasies is nothing unusual even if the actual fantasy is."Gee, I thought, I sound. It was warm and beautiful outside. I wondered what Rick was thinking. Had he done this sort of thing to other married couples? Were Stacy and I headed for divorce? Would she allow me to have sex with her at some point in the future?As the sun was setting over the hills, the interior of the RV was bathed in colors. A mixture of gold, red, and purple light shone through the front windshield. The last magical rays of light from the day before night fall. It was a beautiful warm summer evening.It. ‘What can you tell us so far about the case?’ One journalist called out, holding up a dictaphone. ‘How do you feel about going up against Mr. Stroller again?’ Another called out. ‘Are you worried your father’s history will negatively impact your case?’ A third called out. There were a dozen more that I couldn’t hear but Jenny just pushed through them all, ignoring the blinding flashes and clammer of journalists. ‘Idiots,’ Jenny muttered as we strolled down the steps of the courthouse, ‘The case.