"Why did you do that?" you ask, and I shrug, looking at the movie. There's another few minutes of silence, and you turn and kiss me on the lips, hesit...nt. I sit up on the bed, and look at you."Why did you do that?" I say, smiling softly, a hint of humor in my voice. You blush, a look of startled confusion in your eyes. I can tell you're worried you made a mistake."I really like you. I want you to be happy. I don't want you to need to get drunk, it's not healthy," I say as I pull you up onto. Trefual motioned towards the open door we had just come through, I shut and locked it returning my hands into my sleeves when I had finished."Welcome to HIMS Headquarters or as we call it "The City of Life". This is what's called a 'public' corridor. 'Public' in that any member of HIMS can use it. Everything here is compartmentalized. You've heard the saying "One hand doesn't know what the other is doing?" Here in HIMS each finger joint doesn't know that the rest of the hand, much less the. Let's face it, though, we are not living in the early 19th century anymore. The odds are stacked heavily against any marriage lasting a lifetime.When I confronted Sandy about the affair she denied it outright and only after realizing that I knew everything did she come out clean. She cried and gave all the usual excuses. She said she was not in love with him and had been swept by his power and his style. When I suggested a divorce she said she would fight me to the death before granting me one,. Ithink we have a new, very rich client."Heather, in her tallest heels, glided over to Ellen and held out a coffeecup.Ellen looked up from the coffee and into Heather's eyes. "Isn't it alittle late for coffee?"With a sheepish grin he answered, "It's Irish coffee."Ellen wasn't sure where this was going but was happy with the change.Then something popped into her head. "Wait a minute. I thought we wereout of coffee."With a saucy smile on his face, Heather took a sip from his cup andresponded,.