"Um, I'm sorry, I didn't know you two had a thing."Still smiling, she said, "It doesn't make any difference whether we have a thing or not. A gentlema... doesn't touch a lady unless he's invited to do so. Didn't you mama ever teach you that?"He blushed and turned away, mumbling, "I said I was sorry! Jeez!" He got up and headed for the restroom.I don't think anybody else at the table, other than Denise, was even aware of what was going on. I leaned over and kissed Anita's cheek. "You do good work,. The quiet office was nice and I could play the music I liked without interference but it had other perks too. Since my wife would be sound asleep when I got home, it allowed me to visit the porn shop down the street before I left town. I never went there for the magazines but for the video booths in the far end of the store … and not for the videos in those booths but for the sex in those booths! I had discovered, sort of by accident, how the booths worked. On my first visit there alone I was. It felt likely that finding the truth about Roberts’ death would lead to the core of yet another conspiracy.Unless it was all connected, somehow.Conspiracy, or not, the day was filled with an unending line of critical decisions, signatures needed, people to meet and things to do. It was well past dinner when I dragged myself up to the Quarters and flopped down on the nearest couch. Jennifer spoke quietly to a servant and dinner magically appeared.“How is my Honey?” I crooned, sweeping her onto. About half of them knew why I was there and danced on as if I was invisible. Some struck poses and a very few picked up the pace, trying to guarantee a place in the scrapbook. It turns out that that is how to get left out. I like to shoot candid: if you are going to pose or clown around for the camera, it had better be good. I did get some super pictures though. Those kids were quite creative.One of the dancers caught my eye. She was tallish, slender and attractive in an almost-model sort of.