"Hey sweetie! Do you need some lunch? There's some leftover pizza in the fridge if you're hungry." Thanks, mom!" I called out to her. "Susan's stoppin... by for a bit. How's the game going?" It's not over yet, but it isn't looking good so far," my dad replied glumly."You never know," I said, not really focused on the game.I stood awkwardly in the kitchen waiting for Susan to arrive. In an effort to kill time, I grabbed a couple plates from the cupboard, setting them on the counter and then. I threatened to call the police. He begged me not to and said he would do anything. I wondered what you thought we should do.” “Well, not an easy one,” Lesley said, going over to a filing cabinet and taking out a file. David could see it was his personal file. He licked his lips, fearing the worst. “Let’s see,” Lesley continued. “Disciplinary matters. What does it say in your contract?” she said to herself, studying the document. “Oh, that’s interesting. I must say it was probably a typo but,. I paid the bill, she left them a tip and we quickly got up to leave after paying and make our way to the parking lot. As we made our way away from the prying eyes of others we became more physical – holding hands and light rubbing, which we try not to do when others are around to ensure we never get spied on or gossiped about. It’s a secret that we keep private. We don’t text message each other, talk on the phone or do anything else that could be easily intercepted or scrutinized. We piled into. ’ ‘I know,’ I said reassuringly and bent lower and tenderly kissed her. I slid one hand behind her back and the other under her knees and gently lifted her. She sighed contentedly and a long languid olive-coloured arm wrapped itself round me. I carried her towards Fran’s bedroom. Connie saw where I was heading and rushed ahead to open the door, this sudden movement seemed to snap Fran out of it and she followed behind without a word, her eyes still popping. By the time I got to the bedroom.