Dickie, youre my husband and my lover and Im your wife to have and to hold, any way you want to hold me. You really mean that Abigail? He asked. I tho...ght, oh my God hes serious. He only calls me Abigail when hes serious. I answered in kind, Yes Richard, I really mean that. He held me and kissed me. Dickie had drifted off to sleep but the Arms of Morpheus hadnt reached out for me. I lay awake thinking. Thinking and experiencing just a little fear. My tummy was unsettled and my bowels were. She loved Paris. Everyone assumed you were emulating the very public private lives of the country’s leading politicians. She reached her room. At eight-fifty-five she was in the shower. At nine pm she was powdering and perfuming. At nine oh five she was sitting on the sofa in the suite’s living area with another cognac in her hand. She was wearing her blue Chanel suit again, and charcoal stockings. Under the suit was a red blouse, open to the third button, a little lace bra just visible, and. Emily shook her head. She grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him."Come on Honey, wake up!" she said. Stephen tried to kiss her but sheshook him again and slapped him in the face.That seemed to do the trick. Stephen looked shocked for a moment andthen he shook his head and looked at himself."Oh my God! What am I wearing!?" he asked out loud. He then looked atEmily."I can't believe that I was acting like that," he said. "I'm sorryHoney," He said apologetically."It's not your fault Stephen,". "She couldn't take her eyes off him, he was... like a Greek god, handsome, strong, and virile looking. Her legs went weak, and for the next few moments she dizzyingly imagined it was he that she would be making love to.As he released her hand, Dr. Coughlin smiled and gestured toward his open office door. "Please, come in to my office and talk."Argie found his office unlike any other Doctor's office she'd ever visited. Soft music drifted through the pleasantly decorated room, and scented candles.