Tears misted in her eyes. One week after she graduated from college, Gabby passed away. Danny suspected he'd hung on to see her receive her degree in ...ociology."Don't quit, sweet pea," he'd said on his deathbed. "Go on, get your Ph.D. Make me proud." It took a while, Gabby. There was that ill-fated detour loosely termed a marriage, but I did it," Danny said out loud.Her phone rang. Wingate was calling her again."The employer wants a photograph, a headshot would be fine, he said," Wingate. Very classy, everything from the furniture to the art on the wall. It all looked expensive. It was a relief to see everything neat as a pin.I didn't know where to start. Three were a few dishes in the sink. I washed them and put them away."I see you're on time," she said, her voice startling me. "I woke up early today. Since I'm up let me show you around."I followed her down a long hallway. The master bathroom was breath taking, a large oval bed in the center and mirrors everywhere. She pointed. They usually went in Brian’s car as he was very adamant about Mark driving after he had been drinking.Saturday mornings, they would collect Mark’s car and spend the weekend at Brian’s house. Mark would also stay there, for the most part, Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday night. After dinner on Wednesdays with his family, Mark would text Brian when he was leaving, and they would meet at Mark’s flat for the night.Yes, they quickly fell into being together every night. Mark, never sleeping with. During the short time we had spent together I had noticed that she was very sensuous and had sex appeal that I had not noticed in my first meeting with her. I was beginning to become aroused by the realization that she might want me. This was clearly not turning out to be a normal audit for me. I turned toward Susan and looked at her. Her blouse was now open at the top, showing cleavage that had not been apparent earlier. I looked down at her thighs, then back at her face..