Having completed his tirade, her husband turned on his heel and strode back into the living room, and a moment later, the house was filled with the so...nd of the nightly television news broadcast.For the briefest second, the shapely young wife was sorely tempted to march right into the middle of Henry's precious news program and tell him how very wrong he was about what she had done that afternoon, tell him about her new job and the envelope that was in her purse. But guilt and fear held her. ” Jessica gets up and grabs my camera from the table, pops out the memory card and puts it into my laptop. “Well you documented the whole thing. Let’s refresh your memory.” The TV turns on and my computer screen is visible. We always bring an Appletv to conferences so we can project up our slides and practice our presentations on the hotel room TVs. Jessica pulls up the images from my camera. She clicks through the first couple. Candid shots of people in the airport and the hotel. Then stops at. I stalked her with my gaze while she ordered a mixed drink, then nibbled delicately on a bar pretzel. She wasn't hiding in her dark corner; no, her eyes were constantly moving, watching, evaluating.There was no visible tension in her body; she relaxed languidly, fluidly, with an arm on the back of her stool, her supple body leaning gently against the wall. The subtle rippling of her body could only mean she was playing with her shoe; slipping her heel in and out of the pump, in and out, in and. It was his way of unwinding from a long day before facing a hostile home.Jim came to the sudden decision that it was time to make Greg understand. He said, “How about I take you to my home and then you walk home after you’ve met my wife? It’s only three blocks.”“This isn’t some weird attempt to seduce me, is it?” Greg asked jokingly.“No.”“Sure, I’ll be happy to meet your wife.”Greg knew what Jim’s wife looked like. When it wasn’t Jim’s turn to drive, everyone saw her kiss him goodbye in the.