Hearing his flight called he gathered up his bag, stuffing the pad and pen into it and started the walk towards the departure gate, not noticing the s...ares and giggles of the group of three girls in their early twenties admiring him, giving him the once over. * Dragging his case and bag up the stairs towards his apartment, he was on a high. The plane journey back went fast as he worked on his ideas and plans, and he couldn’t wait to talk to Suzanne and see how she felt. Aware that she might be. The last thing I wanted was for him to find me moping on the floor. Grabbing clean sheets I started making the bed. Even though I regretted fighting with him I didn't want to apologize to him, not yet anyway. If he didn't want to sex with me then fine. He could go ahead and find it elsewhere. I was tired of having sex on his schedule and being turned down when I wanted it. So when he walked into the bedroom I pretended not to hear him. I crawled to the other side of the bed to tuck the sheet in. "More silence. "So you don't necessarily see me with any particular man?" No. Its you I want to watch, not him."That night we made love for the first time since the big blow-up. Five minutes into it she asked me in a voice hoarse with passion:"Are you imagining me with someone else right now?"I wasn't, but I didn't think that was what she wanted to hear. "Yeah," I whispered in her ear."Who?" Tony - the young guy in the mailroom." Is he fucking me good?" Very good" I said, "you've already had. .. just think of it... what if he had shot a customer? Or me? Or you? We would've had fucking police all over... oh my god, the questions. They would have asked all the questions that we don't want to have to answer!"Yes, dear, thought Roger."We have a great thing going here, Roger... and Johnny fucked up badly... he almost fucked up the entire deal." I'll deal with Johnny," sighed Roger. "Right now I am much more concerned with what that gunshot might have done to the subjects. It might have.