Like the prior night, he now got up out of bed; only this time he felt a little weak-kneed as he made his way toward his daughter's door. It was ajar ...ut closed more than the night before and this night he couldn't see her in bed. He waited outside a few moments before reaching out and pushing at the door, slowly. There was a night-light on in the room and as the door gradually opened, Laura's young frame came into view.Like the night before, she was lying on her stomach on the bed in her baby. ..”“Stop it!” I shouted. “I’ve known you’ve been stepping out on me for weeks now, I just didn’t know the who of it until tonight. Until that fucking arsehole told me.”“But he never said a word...”“He didn’t. But he still said it just as clear as day.”“I don’t understand,” she wailed.I was going to have to wait around anyway, until the emergency services turned up – police, ambulance and maybe even the fire brigade or even the army; it all depended on who had been called - so we might as well. Sarah just managed to snatch the bra from the air before it fell to the ground. For some strange reason, holding Cathy's underwear, still warm from the girl's body, made Sarah feel deliciously wicked -- like she and her daughter were doing something they shouldn't. We're a pair of bad girls, she thought with a smile. Dropping the bra inside the car, she locked the door, then walked over to take her daughter's hand. "Shall we grab a bite first?" "Sounds good to me." Over the next two hours. It was his blue traveling suit and understated blue tie with the red woven pattern. Professional, but not stuffy. Subtle. It didn't so much scream "trust me" as whisper it-directly into the subconscious of whomever he was selling to. His entire wardrobe suggested Ivy League without being threatening. He dressed with care, always. Clothes say everything about the man, he'd always told her. Can never be too careful about your image when you're selling, Tabitha. Doctors are funny people, Tab. They.