"Well, there was some of the first-but none of the second. In fact, the exact opposite of the second." She took a breath. "Look, this isn't a value ju...gment. I love Tim, I think he's great, and what he does in his own bedroom is his business. But I can't think of anything more of a turn off for me than two guys together. It makes me sick just thinking about it." But part of your bet was that you had to watch," I said."Exactly," she hissed. "Because I wanted to be turned off. I guess I was. She was a very good looking lady who was a few years older than me, I suspected, but I was smart enough to not bring up the subject of age.After a few slow dances, the music changed to faster disco-type dances. I wasn't too familiar with disco, as I come from the south where square dances and jitter bug, or rock and roll, were the norm. I gave it my best shot to keep up with this hot and sexy lady. She really knew what she was doing, and I felt like her student. The bar was getting ready to. I slipped through the curtain and there was Rose, pale and nearly lifeless against the stark white sheets—not much whiter than her skin. Thank God Frank warned me.Felicity was in a chair beside her, toying with the fingers of Rose’s right hand. She looked up when she heard the sound of my footsteps and greeted me with a small smile.I took a seat on the other side and stared at Rose.“Rose always kinda expected to end up here. Morbid girl,” Felicity eventually said. Her voice was a whisper. “She. I was greeted by cops and killers from all over the state."Go easy on Jeremy, you only turn thirty once Sylvia," The Brit said."Thank god," I replied. "I see you invited the detective from Dobson." Yes, Jeremy doesn't know of course, and frankly it makes us look even more innocent. You done good keeping me out of it." The Brit said."It wasn't hard, you had nothing to do with it," I said ending that thread of conversation."Happy Birthday Sylvia, you are only thirty you seem older," Agent Mission.