“So that’s it? A simple, one-bedroom condo decorated in a tasteful, feminine fashion? That’s the best you can do?”“It’s a two-bedroom cond..., actually,” said Jonathan, “but the door to the second bedroom is always closed.”“You must see inside the second bedroom. As soon as possible. I have to know what’s inside.”“I’m sure I can manage that, Mother Valencia. Geeta sleeps pretty deeply after we--I mean she won’t wake up, I don’t think, so--”“Enough!” said Valencia, holding up her hand. “I don’t. "Bill had walked in on that last, "Jackie! Vicky, I'm sorry, but my wife is a horrible tease." He glared at Jackie, who blushed, but stood her ground. "Oh, Bill, you shouldn't sneak up while the girls are chatting! After all you might hear something you shouldn't!"Meanwhile, Bill's entrance had allowed Vicky to regain some composure. "Yes, Bill, you really don't want to know what women talk about when men aren't around. It would hurt your feelings."Bill snorted. "Well, if the two of you could. ‘Are you sure that Mr. Simpson actually made that statement?’ asked Ashley as anger flashed across her face. ‘Even Mr. Simpson wouldn’t be that foolish.’ One of the reporters pulled the interview up on his iPad and played it for Steve and Ashley. Then he asked, ‘Do you care to respond to Congressman Simpson’s comments?’ Even as angry as Ashley was, she could easily tell that Steve was livid. His face was red and his hands were clenched tightly into fists. She arched an eyebrow to Steve and he. If I hadn't known who she was Iwouldn't have given her a second glance in the street or in the Ladies,except for a quick once-over of admiration. It was a nicely chosenoutfit, plain but feminine.I sat and thought about all this while he was still unconscious. How wasI going to handle it? I needed to know his motivations. I didn't thinkhe was gay. Our sex-life was too good for that. He didn't look like adrag-queen. There was nothing outrageous about him. The whole effect wasunderstated; he was.