When you are changed, please follow to the signs to pool area, we have put drinks on the table for your enjoyment. Then please just relax. We have als... booked you in for a full body massage in around an hours’ time. Please, this way.” Nicole followed the man down the corridors until they got to a small private changing room. He opened the door and handed her the locker key. “Thank you, please make yourself comfortable.” Nicole entered the small room. There were a few lockers in there, she used. Tim pressed his lips together in atragic sort of smile, his mind empty except for the obvious conclusionsto be draw from what Darla had told him. More than anything else, hehad wanted to save Ben. Perhaps it was Kimberly's persuasion, her influence that made all ofthis seem so futile. But it had been Ben she wanted to save, much theway he had selflessly saved her one night three months ago. Ben had beenthe one to lose everything. It had been in her power to give himsomething back. So was. "Please!" Julie pleaded. "Your father's going to get home any minute. If he sees us like this-" she started."Maybe he'd like to join us then. The three of us. Hey, that'd be a good one. Maybe we could get a foursome going-you know, like bridge," Byron said as he started dragging her back to the living-room couch."Oh, God, don't, honey. Oh, Christ, if he sees us!" Julie wailed as she felt her son's grip tighten with every passing second. She looked into Byron's eyes and saw that he was. It was, but it was not a video of the happy couple. After virus checking the attachment, I opened it; and my happy world came crashing to an end.The video started innocently and showed Cindy and I talking to various people. The video was time-stamped and showed that it was from the beginning of the party. It was somewhat choppy and showed various people who attended. Then it abruptly changed from random to focus on one person. He should not have even been there. His name is Ned Miller. He is.