I felt naughtier than ever. We got to the club early and got a table close to the dance floor but far from the bar. Normally I don’t like high-top ...ables but I felt like a beautiful peacock on her perch. As my husband went for drinks numerous men approached the table and asked for a dance. Being the picky woman I am I was waiting for the right moment. That’s when I looked across the dance floor noticing three cute young guys glancing in my direction. They looked around twenty-five and all. Both of themen had started to follow me, rather than paying attention to wherethey were supposed to be heading. When they see the smile on my face,theirs turn a beet color and they turn around. One of the women isglaring at the men, the other is staring hard at me."Tough shit, you old crone," I murmur to myself. "Not my fault your manknows quality ass when he sees it."The food court is a wide-open area with several dozen tables arrangedin the center and food items of every type being sold. Main St. exit and, finding it, he got off the freeway. From there, it was only a few blocks to the restaurant. But by the time they got there, it had started raining a little.Michael pulled into the parking lot and found it was pretty full. He couldn't park close to the front of the place like he'd hoped, even though they had a reservation. "I can't get close to the front door but I don't want you to get too wet so I will pull up to the door and get you inside then go park the car and meet you. This helped me make excellent judgments in my work, but it also helped me work out whom I could trust. Then, one Friday, I hadn’t seen Peter for the first few hours of the morning. It was not like him to not be at the office, although he had no clients that day in the morning. I stopped by at the cottage, but it was characteristically pristine and the bed looked like he hadn’t slept in it, which was how Peter left his bed every morning. I called his mobile but it was off. It was hard to know.