I had to console her before anything so I cleared her hands of her plate and glass and then tell her that it wasn't her fault or his but the aftermath...of a drunken driver.I left her for a minute to do the dishes and then accompanied her upstairs to her room.Having prepared her bed for her to sleep, she asked me to sleep besides her and how could I refuse.I turned on the side table lamp and turned off the ceiling light and got under the covers.She was facing the wall and I could still hear her. He's a real estate developer. He's a nice man, Bill. He can do more for Caroline—well—than..." Than me," I said, finishing up her line. It is amazing how quickly mild interest, even concern, can morph into the purest of hatreds."You're dumping me—the both of you—for money? I haven't been up to your standards is that it?" I said. "I maybe don't smell too good at the end of work day, Zoe, but, at least I don't have the stench of betrayal on me."Caroline? Nothing? You've got nothing to say? I'm. ”“At first I thought my Mom had found it, but then I knew Shelly and I were the only ones home, so I went to her room and I found her door was closed. When I stuck my ear close to the door I could definitely hear my vibrator buzzing away. Well, I was so pissed off that I just opened up her door and walked right in. Well to say I caught her in the act is an understatement.” Pausing a bit for dramatic effect, and with a growing grin on her face, Stacy finished with the punch line, “Shelly was. WasSteve returning? Was it the police? A voice said, "What are thesedoors doing opened?", and Jack saw the doors close. Jack heard thefront door open and close. Fortunately for Jack, the cab of thevan was separated by a partition, so at least Jack would not bediscovered for a while. Jack heard the engine being started, andthe van started to move. Jack's arms were bound securely by the handcuffs, but he foundthat he could move his legs due to the slippery pantyhose he wore. He slid one.