Last night you mentioned going to breakfast the next day." He held out his arm. "Are you ready to go?" Sandy took his arm and they walked to the eleva...or together.Breakfast at Maisonette was a delight. They enjoyed croissants au beurre, fruit and yogurt with strong, thick hot black coffee. Sandy gave Mr. Carmichael a quick overview of the site and asked him where he would like to go first. As it was not too hot outside yet, he suggested a tour of the outside facilities.When they had finished. Not only that, you've destroyed John's marriage. His wife kicked him out after you left their house last night. What in hell were you thinking?"I was surprised, for this was a person I didn't know. "Were you raped or not?" No, of course not." Then the sex you had was consensual?" No, it wasn't, but it was just sex. There was no need to screw everyone's life up. I made a mistake, that's all."I stared into her eyes. I saw no guilt there, just anger. "Deb, listen to me. What did you say you would. Soon we were teasing each other. They were now quite sure it was me that they had seen, but did not directly accuse me. I knew what they were getting at, but did not admit that it was me they had seen, or that I knew what they were driving at. We all knew that we were teasing each other, so spirits were high, there was a lot of laughter, and not a little more drinking.The staff had cleared all the tables, had placed most of the chairs on the tables, and were waiting impatiently for us to go. We. Seems like almost yesterday that I was walking the hollow -- whoops, sorry -- hallowed halls of Calvin Coolidge High. Your luminous smile was the only thing that kept me from slitting my throat." Oh, go on, Arn. I imagine you had other things to live for." Yes, but none half as enticing as you. And you haven't changed a bit. A man could do wild and dangerous things just for a fleeting taste of your sweet lips." You wonderful liar, you."Damn right I was lying. Bullshitting my way into her good.