“Did everything work out,” she asked, “Everything was fine,” I said that as I sat at my small work bench in the shop. I carefully cleaned the ...hotgun. The cops would not have an extractor mark on a shell casing to compare to my shotgun. Nor would they have a firing pin impression to compare. That was simply because I took the time to carry the empty shells away. Even if a homeowner caught my image on his security camera, I was nothing but a man in black. I hoped they labeled me the Johnny Cash. I felt like shit, there was only one thing I could do to make amends and that was to give her the negatives, a pity really as she looked smashing in the photographs. Picking up the prints I went up to my room and retrieved the negatives then made my way to Sandra's room."Sandra." I said softly as I knocked on her door."Go away!" she shouted in reply."Please let me in," I pleaded "just for a minute."At first I thought she was going to ignore me, but then I heard the click of the lock and the. ‘Calm down, Steve. She’s kidding you.’ ‘He looked ready to cry. ‘What can we do, Will?’ ‘Suppose we pull off her dress.’ As I uttered the words, I was nearly sick. I couldn’t believe I’d dared to say them. ‘Her face was impassive. Astounded by her indifference at my outrageous suggestion, I asked, ‘Diane, is that OK?’ It was a stupid question. ‘There was no reply, yet I was sure I detected a faint smile which seemed to inform me she was in agreement. ‘Steve and I exchanged glances, undecided. After several days Lori and I sat down and had a long talk about everything. She was nice and we seemed to have a lot in common. After all we both loved the same woman.That night, while we were watching TV, Renee got up and said she was taking a shower and going to bed. Lori and I stayed on the couch and talked for awhile.About an hour went by and we heard Renee ask, "Are you guys coming to bed or do I take café of myself?"I stood and looked at Lori and held my hand out to help her up as I.