He hardly talked to me all evening, leaving me at the mercy of colleagues I hardly knew. Dean even had tried to dissuade me to come to the party at al...l. Which might have been better indeed.I left early, alone. He did not come home until next afternoon, mostly to tell me he wanted a divorce. By then I could not agree more.(At the signing of the divorce papers he had the gall to bring Miss Peroxide. Funny thing is, we got to talk and I liked her. I also felt quite embarrassed about how I had. " She held her arms out imploringly. "You know the signs Chief, check em, they ain't fresh, I swear." Tears were streaming down her face as Mark stepped forward, carefully examining her arms. After a minute he stepped back, shrugging."She's right, nothing fresh, but I haven't ever met a crank addict that didn't relapse, over and over again." You're right, Chief," Janine said, wiping her eyes and pulling herself up straight. "I'm hooked, I've tried to kick it before, and this is the longest I've. ”“Of course, the possibility exists that it will be so intoxicating I'll become addicted and be unable to extricate myself.”“I guess,” she said.“Okay, then,” I proposed, “let me ask you the same question you asked me a week or so ago.”“What's that?”“What do you want from me, Gabby?”She looked like I had slapped her. “I..I..I want you...I want you to be around for awhile. I want you to not just make this a notch in your gun. I want to be more than a quick fuck for you.”“Okay,” I nodded. “So, do. I hope you like it."We sat together on a bench and I carefully opened the lid. Nestling in the black velvet interior was a beautiful lady's gold watch. Tiny diamonds encircled the face and the strap was intricately woven gold links. It was beautiful; made by Raymond Weil - it must have cost a fortune. I gasped as I looked at it and Nick thought I disapproved."I'm sorry," he said. "I should not have presumed you would like it. Let me take it back and we shall say no more about it." Oh no," I.