...We made our deal. I get away with my "youthful indiscretion" by giving my body to my next door neighbor."Go in the house and put on some clothes. T...en come to my house. But be sure that there's nobody walking or driving by and nobody hanging around outside when you walk over so there is no chance that anyone will see you doing it. Go in the back and come in through the back door. Lock both doors behind you as soon as you're inside. Then walk up the stairs and I'll be up there waiting for. What exactly did this genius expect to accomplish by honking here when the logjam was well out of sight, probably several miles ahead? He shook his head. Not a local, that’s for sure, he thought. Washingtonians, especially those who lived so close to ultra-polite Canada, only honked in a dire emergency and sometimes not even then. Shaken from his reverie, he had to set anew to planning the evening. Sam liked to plan. It was the most important part of any undertaking, he thought. And, just as. None of that had happened. One thing I did know — I was going to do something about it and Stella and her lover would not be pleased with it.Electronics Avenue sold me most of what I needed and by the end of the week my house was wired for sound. I had several sound activated tape recorders hidden in strategic places and there was one attached to the phone. Even before I started to do what intelligence agencies refer to as 'harvesting information' I went to work on setting up Stella. That night. “Ah well, don’t worry about it. I’m taking you out tonight; there’s this little club downtown which sounds like our kind of place,” Gwen said, giving Becca a cheeky wink.“I’m looking forward to it.” “Oh, just wondering; what’s that book called? I want to make it sound like I’ve at least glanced through it.”“An Office Romance…how clichéd can you get?” “Don’t let Ida hear you say that; she’ll have you out on your ass!" They both giggled and with one last smile Gwen returned to her cubicle. Which.