”She turned to me and asked, “Will the sellers take an offer of $310k—the offer is good for only 30 minutes!”Caroline must have talked to thes...e girls about some of my methods, because that was right out of my playbook. She even looked at her watch.I replied, “The seller will take an offer of $310k, but I need to hear from these folks, instead of their pretty Realtor. This home, before the crash was worth upwards of $600k, so $310k, I can live with.”Now, an average Realtor, at this point might. I got mister David’s phone number out and went into the living room and sat on the couch next to the phone. I called him. The phone rang five times before he answered. I almost hung up, but when he said “hello” the second time, I answered, “hello, this is Cassie, I mean, Clitecka. Can I talk to you for a while? I’m all alone and don’t have anyone to talk to.” He said he didn’t mind. And we talked about stupid stuff for a while. Then I worked up my courage to ask him the question that bothered. Always.” He pulled back, far enough out of their embrace so that he could see her eyes. “But things happen. It's time to go back home. Or a flight is missed and you never meet. Or you find somebody else. Or you grow apart. Or there is a misunderstanding that grows too big to overcome. Someone has an affair. Someone grows bored. Somebody gets jealous, or angry, or wants more than the other one. Expectations change. So many things can happen, honey. You have a fight and say things that cannot be. Our tongues played a little bit and I couldn’t help my hands as they crawled up her side to cop a feel of those delectable nipples through her blouse. “Mmm, you seem to be in a bit of a frisky mood this morning,” she told me. “Uhunh, had a long night, waiting for my wife to come home.” Then I asked her, “How was your evening, do anything exciting?” She looked at me with that sexy grin on her face as her hand was over mine, rubbing her breast, “No, not much, just another boring, humdrum night,.