. get her into the dressing room."My eyebrows went up, the corners of my mouth started up."They won't let her."My brows went down. My lower lip popped... out. "Evil, Sergeant Major ... just plain evil."Smythe laughed ... not British Warrant Officer laughter ... sort of a golf clap but with your tongue. No. He laughed like a paid up British lower ranks sailor in the best whorehouse in Bangkok. Bastard!Gieves & Hawkes, 1 Savile Row.Remember; We did look like a bank robbery about to happen, but mom. She had reached out for him, but he couldn't face her then or he would cave in. So he had fled from the room. When he got home, hours later, she had been out. He was worried that, in her distracted state, she might come to some injury. It was as he sat in his room, his head spinning with guilty thoughts and fantasies of the results of his actions earlier, that he heard the car pull into the garage. She was home... Thank God! Mary unlocked the door from the garage to the house. Tommy's car was. The card case held a dozen cards for a George Johansen. He represented an office supply company headquartered in Gary, Indiana. That must be the pricks name that was screwing my wife.Sandy's purse was standard issue for what women carry, though a little smaller than women usually carried for everyday use. There was one intriguing item, a purse sized leather folder with an address book tucked in on one side. The other side held a calendar for the year with a page for each of the fifty-two weeks. She also hadstraight dark purple hair. She smiled and took the straw sucking on itsuggestively. I could tell she already knew I was attracted to her, notthe various admirers and A list folks in the place. We talked a bit, andordered two more drinks. Soon we were laughing. Lisa, was a native NewYorker. She was Amerasian. She liked other TV's and CD's and she likedpretty college aged boys who wanted to try something wild. She said, witha grin, she was wild. I had no doubt. I told her about.