He stopped the rusticity of his movements, trying to focus on a sound coming from the house closest to his. It was poetry and seduction and light and ...eace and every other contradiction to his world. At the first slow stroke, the crescendo seeped through his thoughts like warm hot chocolate velour over a coconut ice-cream. The violin beckoning gently as it unwound, rising and tensing. It spiraled upward soothing his hunger with its lovely melody. She saw him first through her kitchen window. Steve would never leave his children. He loved kids in general. But our kids ... They would have owned his heart even more than I did.I could have spent the rest of my life being the best wife possible for him. That had been my intention after all. The fling with Rick ... And that was all it was ... A fling. A momentary scratch for a tiny itch that I could have lived with. It had meant nothing. It had meant less than nothing.Fuck ... Who was I kidding? The fling with Rick meant that I was lying. I found out that we had a lot more capability in our communications setup than we were using. It was possible to locate any cell phone, knowing the phone number and sometimes one other number that identifies that particular phone. So I got the man from Verizon to come in and explain to the Sheriff and Becky and me how it all works. Then I made up a form and gave a copy to each employee, where they could list the phones for themselves and their immediate family, so we could track them if he. As she relaxed more, he began the imagery of feeling herself floating on a cloud in a beautiful sky and then feeling the cloud lower in starts as she turned a marked nob from 10 down to 1. He then had her imagine herself on a table with red silk covering her body, counting as the scarfs fell around her from 10 to 1, each scarf taking her deeper. More importantly, as each scarf fell, he told her, he could feel a warm sensation churning in her stomach, getting warmer and even hot. He could sense.