How well he looked. Jesse was always perfectly turned out, today was no exception, clothes and hair crisp and clean."Get out." My voice was low and ha...d and I knew that the instant he left I was going to break down in tears, but I was damned if I was going to let him see that. "Get the fuck out of my house." Maxie," he started to get up, and I hated the way he said my name. he made it sound like he cared, "Maxie listen..." No!" I pushed all the anger I had to the front and I slammed into him.. While Greg called the order in, Mandy went out in back and got the hot tub uncovered and the heater started up.As soon as their dinner was delivered, they set it on the Kitchen Island and dug in, washing it down with their beverage of choice. Greg had a beer and Traci had wine, while Mandy stuck with Pepsi, staying away from alcohol while she was pregnant. They did toast Mandy's new status and they discussed the case while they ate.When the box was empty, they refilled their drinks and moved. In a way I’m relieved when I hear the guy say that he wants to see his wife get her snatch licked by a whore because he’d be fucked if he’d do such a disgusting chore himself. I hadn’t seen Joy responding to compliments – I’d seen her responding to exactly the sort of client she knew I wanted her to service, however we hadn’t really discussed what she’d charge a female client – that hadn’t really been an expectation.I wondered a few things. First, I wanted to know how Joy would deal with this. Short maybe 146 to 148, thin, no, athletic. She turned her head to the right. Ear rings. Moved her hand, no rings. Bracelet. Clutch bag. Nails painted. Carrying a drink. Wine. Turned again. Then he became furious with himself because when he finally managed to force his eyes open she was gone. Oh for fuck sake. Really?He was compelled to do something. Like him being there, the next thirty or so seconds were compulsory because he understood taking every chance you got. No matter how remote. So.