Fortunately, she managed to catch the cup. She then lowered her eyes and in the meekest voice I could ever imagine coming from this woman said, "Yes, ...ir. I understand."I sort of expected this, but for her to actually respond as she did was still quite the shock. From all the information I had at my disposal I'd come to the initial conclusion (or perhaps it was nothing more than a personal belief or desire of mine) this evening that the reason she was not happy in any of her previous. She said she needed to come over and talk to me, but I managed tohold her off until 6 o'clock. I needed a couple of hours to rechargeafter that session with Sam, mentally as well as physically. Shesounded annoyed, but agreed to see me later. With that, I flopped onthe bed and passed out, dreaming dreams of the woman on the video wholooked right at me.At 5:45 my alarm went off and I took a quick shower. I made it a coldone so I would focus. I brushed my teeth, getting rid of the. I hadn't drunk too much for that. Anyway, I liked being chauffeured. It gave me space to slip into my own thoughts. That's where I was before Sybil had even pulled away from the curb. At some point I was aware enough of our surroundings to say we weren't on the route home.'I'm taking a different way,' she said. I left her to it.She parked on a grade. There wasn't a grade outside our place. Outside my window was one of those boutique hotels with gun-barrel foyers that were resettling the inner. But the look on his face told me that something was up and it was something I wouldn’t like. As my husband got a beer out of the frig Bob told him that he might want to wait on that and handed him and envelope. He said that my husband’s first shirt stopped by his shot knowing that we lived together and gave him that to give to him. My husband opened it as soon as he had it in his hand and did a quick read. He looked up and I could tell in his eyes that I wouldn’t like it, he got called in early.