She hung up her coat in the closet, closing the door and looking at the completed room. He wouldn't be there for an hour, but at least everything was ...ready.Greg saw the update on their bank account that his wife had purchased a hotel room for the night, and saw a risqué lingerie place listed as well. He grew angry and tossed the flowers he had picked up for his wife into the passenger seat. He broke speed limits to get to the hotel listed in the bank statement. On the way there he fumed,. "Really Momma?" she asked with big eyes."Yes and you will behave and follow Miss Shore's customs and her rules,"I kissed her cheek.As she squealed with glee and rushed off to her room I caught Donnie andSophie's looks."I'll keep as close an eye on her as if she were my own," promised Lydia."Maybe I should go give her a bit of help choosing things appropriate forthe weather." Yes," agreed Sophie.It wasn't until after they had left that Sophie said, "Kids, go to bed,now!"I looked between her and. What about me? I quit my fucking job to manage your career. Don't I count for anything?"Nikki's eyes welled up. "Oh, Sam, you do count. You know I love you. I just can't deal with school and my parents and everything."She grabbed a tissue and dabbed at her tears, then gave her pretty nose a blow. I wanted to fuck her right then and there, she looked so damned sexy."Maybe I could quit school and move in with you," she said."Oh yeah, that'd work. Your parents would have the cops at my door in. Abbie shuffles to the corner and resumes her position. Her tears are some comfort to her. She knows, no matter how much she wants to ponder, she must never speculate about Les and Phoebe again. And for that matter, any other couples or people with whom they interact.Abbie is feeling some self-pity as the bantering and gossiping about other people is something she craves. At work, there is always hypothesizing about the different staff and clients. But Abbie understands that Tim will not.