As I turned the corner, there was just one light open in the hall and I knew it was Ms. Baker room, I knew she was in there waiting for me.I stood out...ide the door for a minute or so, deciding whether or not I should go in or just run for it. I heard her shuffling some papers inside, so I knew she was in there. I still do not know today, what compelled me to knock on that door, that one knock that changed my whole life. “Come in, Anthony”, I heard Ms. Baker call out. I stepped in, and there she. When I confronted Sandy about the affair she denied it outright and only after realizing that I knew everything did she come out clean. She cried and gave all the usual excuses. She said she was not in love with him and had been swept by his power and his style. When I suggested a divorce she said she would fight me to the death before granting me one, and since I did not have any proof of her infidelity, it would be a tough contest for me to win.So I took the whole deal pragmatically and. Mandy and Bob settled just at the edge. From the second floor of their house they could see over the low growth woodlands and wet lands that were between them and the lake.It was a beautiful sight. At certain times of the year, they would sit on the terrace that extended from their bedroom out over the two car garage. It was breathtaking at sunset when the sun settled down and into the lake, lighting it afire.Because of the preserve, they had ultimate privacy. Not a person, not a house, nothing. Besides, I wasn't exactly a shabby lay. To the contrary of the stereotype of the old fat warden, I was actually relatively young and in good shape. I was tall with a runner's body, not overly muscular. After I was finished, the guards would pick her up and drop her off for the buyers. As I said, power has its privileges. Or so I thought. My key opened the door to my apartment. I had instructed my two best guards to hang out near my place, but also that I was not to be disturbed for a few.