I’ve never been a private nurse, but this job seemed ideal. My new employer had her limousine driver pick me up at the airport and we arrived about...25 minutes later to a very old mansion. My new employer met me at the door. She was a very petite refined woman, seemed to be 60ish or maybe older. She shook my hand very gingerly and asked me to come in. The house was tastefully decorated, but very dark and cold. Ms. James asked me to follow her into the parlor to discuss my new job. Another. Irving keeps cross-examination to a minimum except for pushing the detective about the phone tip. The voice was male, he thinks. He’s also pretty sure it was intentionally disguised. Irving wants the tip word for word—it wasn’t taped, dammit—and gets as close as the detective can remember it. But nothing stands out, and Irving lets it go.Finally we get all three wits, one after another. They’re none of them sure how the fight started, just as Irving had told me. He gets the first two to admit. Sarah and I led off with the first dance. The guests did not need any encouragement when it was time to join us. The round and square dancing continued far into the night. I don't know when the dancing finally ended because Sarah and I left while we still had a little energy left.Sarah and I slipped into our room, locked the door, and turned to each other. Many passionate kisses and hugs and caresses followed. When we got into bed, we consummated our love with round after round. I have no idea. Are you?"Bill nodded his head yes and stood. Sally began walking toward the door as Bill sorted out a tip for Sarah. He looked at Bill and shook his head then said, "Well, maybe this will blow over but I think you really screwed the pooch on this one, Garrett. I guess I'll see you at work Monday."Garrett shrugged his shoulders and continued eating. He was leaning back in his chair sipping his coffee and throwing his two bits into the conversation going on around him when a couple of his younger.