Which brought her straight to what she had done in the past few days. A sour knot of misery formed in her throat, making it hard to swallow. Taking a ...rip on herself, she thrust that memory down. Her mind then went perversely to the parting exchange she had had at the office the day before. Her muscles slowly knotted with horror as she reviewed the conversation.How had the rumor gotten started that Steven Shein was selling? She had called on him routinely, the same way she did all people in her. I parked on the street and walked around to the back house quietly in order to sneak up on her so that it would be a complete surprise. I was the one who got surprised.As I peeked in the sliding glass patio door, there was Susan completely naked kneeling on the family room carpet in front of Steve. Steve was the young single guy who had moved in next door to us last month. At the moment I looked in, she was reaching up and beginning to lower his zipper. I stood rooted to the spot as I watched. You sit back in the nice big leather arm chair with your legs curled beneath you, watching as your partner meanders around the room lighting small tea candles that are scattered about the floor.Your eyes sore from hours of relentless tears and unyielding sleep, he looks over his shoulder to make sure you are okay. With a smile he looks back at the last candle on the floor, lighting it he straightens, tucks the lighter into his pocket and makes his way over to you.Without any effort he lifts. “That was such a bad pick up line,” she said with a soft giggle.I turned and looked at her. “I don’t need a pick up line,” I said with a smirk. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Ok, yes, I don’t want to be here,” I admitted with a faint laugh.We looked at each other for about half a second and then with a whisper she said, “I will make it worth it.”I smiled at her comment and replied, “And how will you do that?”A mischievous ‘My lips are sealed’ smile formed across her face and then she.