”“If it was up to you, which one would you hire?”“Barbara,” I said.Kaitlin came to the door and told me I had a phone call. Stephanie asked ...ith her eyes if she should leave and I shook my head. I took the call, and two minutes later, having only asked a single question, I said how sorry I was, and replaced the receiver in the cradle. I simply stared at the wall in stunned silence, tears welling up in my eyes.“How bad?” my sister asked, moving to stand behind me with her hands on my. His head was swimming. The kisses on his neck tingled down his spine.What was he doing? Is this not what he wanted? Is this not what Jessicafelt all the time? Is this not why he started dressing in the firstplace? At this moment Art couldn't quite remember why had begun dressing.The logic seemed lost on him. All he could think of was the grip Doylehad on him. The grip Doyle had on this woman. This girl. Him.The hand on Art's face was a shock. His head was pushed back towardsDoyle's over his. "Timmy gasped as he looked through the sheer beige hose. He raised hisarms and put his hands over Madge's nylon stockinged calves. Hesqueezed gently then began to rub his hands up and down the shiny smoothcalves as Madge cooed with pleasure. She moved closer as Timmy's mindreeled once again as the smooth nylon zipped. "Feel them higher, feelthem higher Timmy!" she gasped as she spread her nylon clad legsteetering on her high stiletto heels in the quiet bedroom. She cooed tofeel Timmy's. We were at Grant Park and she refused to get in the car so I could take her home. I didn’t want her walking alone, and I didn’t have time to walk home with her, then walk back and get my car.”“OK. Let me talk to her. I’ll take it from here. I don’t want you driving on the shoulder for another couple of miles. It’s too dangerous, especially around the bend that’s coming up.”“You’re sure?”“Go on. I’ll get her home.”“Thanks, Phil.”I put the car in gear and pulled away. I watched in the rearview.