This is a true story, but the names have been changed My wife had asked me to ring Vivienne Smith back to let her know if I could do her a favour. We had got to know Vivienne quite well over the past few years as her son was at the same school as mine.
First Time
The glass doors in the dimly lit hotel room are open, allowing the soft night breeze to waft into the room. The doors open to a small balcony overlooking the twinkling lights of the city. The only other illumination is provided by the nearly full moon rising over the horizon.The woman in the chair next