"May we sit?" Silvia asked, indicating the sofa adjacent to whereCynthia reposed on the couch.Cynthia just nodded and guzzled her drink.Both women too... out their credentials but Cynthia waved them away."I know who you are. Your Chief of Police tells me that you areBalwyn's finest." She looked at the two women like they were dogshiton her shoe."We would like to ask you a few questions about your husband," Penelopebegan."Do I need a lawyer?" Cynthia dropped ice chips into a crystal glassand. You don’t want to learn someone else’s pet peeves and favorite foods. You don’t want to get used to another routine or have to meet someone else’s family. You want that familiar scent, that corny inside joke, that person who instinctively knows when you need a hug. The person that willingly gives that up sucks at relationships, not you.“If I had a diary, I would accuse you of reading it. You’re in my fucking head.”She was looking at me with those beaming brown eyes, and I still wondered why she. It is worth much more than your last bid. I bet this.” “ I should take your word on this? You want to bet an old shack against my bid? I don't think so.” He turned to the other two men at the table “ You men know this house. Isn't it as I say?” They both agreed that the house was very fine and easily worth more than my last raise. As I knew these were honest I finally agreed. “Alright, but you're putting up the whole house, not just part of it to cover my bet, is that understood” He again. " This is your last chance until Tom gets home."Denise looked around frantically. Though they were in the main aisle, it was slow and no one appeared to be paying them any attention. She couldn't believe she was contemplating this, but it had been too long - three long weeks, followed by April's constant teasing. She had to have release.She blushed a bright crimson. Her lips trembled. "Oh God, Mistress, how'm I gonna do this?" Don't worry, I'll guide you every step of the way. First, stand up.".