’ Fran listened, especially to the tone in her husband’s voice. She had never heard him speak that way about someone else before. She knew he had ...been in love with Patrice. They had shared many discussions about the summer of 1982 since that day at her parents’ farm. Hearing Tim and Patrice talk about it, though, made it so much more vivid. ‘That was so long ago, so much has changed in our lives since then,’ Tim said. ‘Yes,’ Patrice said, her eyes darting to the rings on Fran’s finger, ‘so many. “But I’ve seen the way he looks at Sue. And the way she looks at him. And ever since he was a young boy, he’s always been headstrong and very stubborn and determined. He’s always gone after what he wanted and hasn’t stopped until he gets it.”The implication of what Winnie was saying didn’t need to be spelled out. But Winnie wasn’t a woman of half-measures or half-sentences, and so she did indeed spell it out.“Pete, I may be an old woman, but I’ve seen plenty and I think I’m a pretty good judge. Her tears were rubbing off on my cheeks, warm and wet.I placed one hand on her ass to pull her towards me, and she complied, picking herself up and sitting on my lap, still connected to my mouth. She had months of sexual frustration built up, which was exploding on me all at once.She pressed her body against mine while her hands roamed around my chest, armpits, then to my face and my ass, breathing very heavily. “Arshad…. Give me what I’m looking for… Give me what my husband doesn’t…”, saying. Waiting for us were our new managers. I found that I was working for Paul Napoli, a short thirtyish rotund man with a pleasant manner."Our lab is in another building - did you drive here today?" he asked me.When I said that I had, he gave me another map, and told me to follow his blue Ford station wagon. We drove through the IBM complex, and ended up in a parking lot outside a large one-story building that was considerably less impressive than the 701 building where we had lunched.On the walk.