So much easier than Luke in those days. Riley would often give her a much-needed hug whenever she broke down and just hold her while she grieved. He'd...rub her back and murmur that it was OK to cry. Luke hadn't done that in ages.And Bree-Anne.Bree-Anne had been the one to point out what a terrible husband Luke was becoming, always working and not spending enough time with Sarah. She'd hinted that maybe he was having an affair, but Sarah hadn't believed it. At least, not until Riley had hinted at. Blake Willis looked down.“Not exactly, but he did say it was unlikely. He had been able to get the dope on Julian’s now ex-cellmate. Some guy named Brown. A big guy, a black guy who hates white guys according to Jacob’s info.“He, Jacob, said that he was the one causing Julian trouble. Jacob was able to find out that the bad guy had been transferred to a different cell block. Whether it will do any good was arguable, there are other bad guys in prison. But that Brown guy wouldn’t be hurting. I knew, from watching my wife, how to do up the bra in front of my waist, turn it around and put my arms through. I was pleased and surprised how comfortable it was to have my breasts held still. Once I'd put it on, the neck of the T-shirt was not so low as it had looked at first and only I would be able to see my cleavage, but I was surprised how it clung into my waist and I blushed at my new shape.I sat down on a chair to put on the thin ankle socks and flat lace-up shoes. I knew that having. I was the only one in that exhibit or so I thought; as I started for the stairs I heard a door open and someone whistle, not loud but soft and directed towards me. I turned and eyed him… tall, striking with a tone of arrogances; his clothes complimented his figure as he posed like a model, his salon hair hung loosely over his enchanted eyes. And in his hand dangling in his long fingers was my notebook.After getting over the fact that he was eye candy my eyes dropped to my notebook that was.