Wont be here get out out i want you gone pack your bags and get the fuck out i want you gone by the time i get back ." i tell her " Cathy you don't me...n it you cant i love you baby " YOU HAVE A FUCKING FUNNY WAY OF SHOWING IT BABY !!" i shout at her as i leave the flat . I'm sitting in my local drinking my third triple vodka when penny the landlady sits beside me ." Smile Cathy it might never happen ? " she says cheerfully " It already has " i tell her tearfully She looks at me and see's how. "Well hello there." I just stared at her, frozen. She laughed a little. "Come into the kitchen and I'll get you some iced tea."I followed her into the kitchen and just stood there. She handed me a glass of iced tea and I mumbled "thank you." No, it's you we should thank." Her eyes were bright blue and her smile was mesmerizing. "I'm Jen." Again I stood there mute. Finally she prompted, "And you are..." Sorry. Steve. I'm Steve. And my wife is Barb."She asked me a few questions about the. “Drat! Maybe I SHOULD go home!” she laughed.“So, being serious; we need to figure out what this means for Nicholas, for you and me, and for my wives.”“Interesting order.”“I promised to watch out for Nicholas. He’s the one that could be hurt the worst here.”“You know what stunned me and made me walk out of here?”“What?”“I realized, finally, that you have become the man I wanted you to be. No ifs, ands, or buts. And, ultimately, it took a seventeen-year-old spoiled brat and a nineteen-year-old. She sported a chic short skirted wool business suit. A clinched waist and straining lapels hinted at her voluptuous figure beneath. The rest of her attire involved high heels, dark hose and brunette wavy hair pinned into a bun with a wooden pencil. Her satin choker read No 4. Suzy radiated merriment as Mr. Clark spied her number. His jaw dropped open. Suzy was the spitting image of Mr. Clark’s new office assistant. These past few months, his assistant had unknowingly befuddled his.