I threw away most of the things Erica and her French girlfriend had helped me buy. They seemed stained with betrayal. I wondered about Marlene. Was sh...e ever really her lover? Was she really in Paris now? Had she even been French?I shrugged and smashed a vase.The seventh call I had planned to let go to voice-mail. But I couldn't."Bruce?"It was she. The same background sounds were there. Sea surf, clear children's voices. Even some music."Yes," I said. "Myriam?" I love you, Bruce."Either the. ’ I took it and he went back to lunch. I frowned at him, but then started to read the little note that came with this beautiful surprise. ‘Casey, I’m truly sorry once again. I hope I make it up to you. I figured you’d love the roses and the romance novel. As I found, you love hard romance. And we will meet and talk again. Love, Sylar Again I wanted to grind my teeth together in frustration, but I smelled the roses instead. And of course it brought a smile to my face and I even felt a little. She didn't say what she told him but the following year once again he offered her as my partner.I've told you all lots of stories about my first wife, so let me tell you about my second. It was one of those eye popping, jaw dropping moments. She was tall, about 5' 8" and well built; her figure I found out later was 38D-25-38 and she was still only 17 years old. Well, I asked her to go for a drink one lunchtime and she accepted and our relationship had started.At the time, she was already. She was dressed in a form-fitting one-piece whichwrapped around her neck, then covering her breasts before diving betweenher legs and up her back. A generous amount of dark skin was displayedby a cutout, and she had a simple silver necklace (scavenged fromLianan's old gear) complement her eyes and hair. She had long,fingerless gloves which reached up to her biceps, and thigh-high tight-fitting stockings which ended in loops under her bare feet. The entiremonk outfit was adorned in pleasant.