She awoke about an hour after I did."Morning, Jeremy," she said and kissed me."Morning, Julie." You ready to finish?" she asked."Oh! Yeah, if you want... to." Sure I want to, just let me do something first." She climbed off me and went into the private bathroom for about five minutes."I have to do something too," I called out."Down the hall," she answered back.I went, and took a whiz, and returned to her room. I rooted through my jeans on the floor and pulled a rubber out of my wallet. Then I lay. "Thank you," she said, and then for no reason hopped up and planted akiss on his cheek. She immediately noticed how rough his face was. He hada beard. Wow, she thought. Martin had no actual beard.As she walked back, she noticed the other girls staring at her."You like him? He's a big dork." No, he is a really a gentle man. I just know it. I feel it," Marthasaid.It was only then it hit her what she had done. She had flirted with aboy.Betty grabbed her, "look we don't hang with that sort we. It was a subpoena, issued on behalf of a Wanda Harmon, in the matter of her pending divorce from a Roger Harmon ... Tara’s own husband. That could not be ... unless?“Well, I can’t believe this ... bigamy? Really? I know that Roger is out of town a lot, supposedly on business, but damn! Fuck that motherfucker! That low-life, two-timing, bigamous son of a bitch! How dare he? I can’t believe this! He knew that I wouldn’t marry a divorced man, so he pulled this stunt on me! Fuck, fuck, a fuckity. The detective didn't take what she said seriously, but she was paying him more than his usual amount and so he didn't complain. "It's probably some old man practising some kind of herbal medicine," was the conclusion that they both came to before he left her office.She left the office to go home. It had been a long day and she was looking forward to getting out of her clothes before taking a long soak in the tub. She ran her bath making sure there we're plenty of bubbles. She'd really gotten to.