He kept his eyes on me, especially as I smoked.”"If your genuinely concerned Ill have a quiet word with him when I see him next?" I said, trying to ...eassure my wife."No!” She replied, with a high pitch in her tone. “I don't want to make a scene.”As my wife and I sat eating in silence I couldn’t help but imagine the two of them that morning. My wife Bethan was a beauty and I knew I was a very lucky man to have married her. I loved the way guys, young and old, would eye her up and smile. I never. She was just sitting down to her breakfast when the doorbell rang, heading down the hall she opened the door and stopped in surprise. Standing on the doorstep was the waitress from the Italian restaurant."Hi, I know you said call but I decided to come in person, you probably don't want to see me, but it's a warm day and I've got a picnic and wondered if you wanted to come with me."Beth laughed as the words tumbled from the nervous girl standing before her,"I'd love to, why don't you come in. ‘Study’ – his study? Was this what he thought it was? “Christ – she’s having my place burgled.” He sat in wonder for a moment at his own voiced realisation and then repeated the phrase, bitter, astonished laughter erupting from his mouth. “Unbelievable. You think you’re a fucking criminal mastermind now, along with everything else.” Distracting the target, while someone else did her dirty work for her… even by Miranda’s standards this was low.Her minions. They all ‘have their uses’, she’d told. The three of them had it all planned out. I did not know until the plan was to take place. Well I picked up my clothes and started to put some on. They protested. Well I told them THAT was not part of the agreement as well. They said ok, no showtime. The girls teasingly undressed what few clothes were on me and we continued to drink and party. Pretty soon after, the door opens and a pretty big crowd enters the room. Well you know me, I don't mind being social when naked, but I was still.