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myself. I put on my white cotton shirt and black slacks, casual, but not too causal. I lay in the sun long enough to get tan to my skin, “fabulous”.
    I walked down the steps saying bye to Marie, and into the waiting limo. I poured myself a scotch and relaxed as the driver headed to the venue. Upon arriving, I thought it strange that we were pulling up to what looked like someone’s home. Susan hadn’t returned home, so I was in the dark about where we were dining. This house wasn’t on the same scale as Susan’s, but believe me money still flowed freely.
    I rang the bell and well-dressed man answered. “Welcome Mr. Jacobs, everyone’s already having cocktails and they are expecting you. “ Right this way Sir.” We walked through the house to what looked like Caesars palace with all its columns. There stood Susan along with the rest of the guests.
    “Donavan darling, I’m glad you’ve joined us,” Susan said as she walked over. “There are some people I would like you to meet.” “Graham this is the guy I was telling you about.” “This is Donavan the broker, from Chicago.”
    “It’s nice to meet you Donavan, Susan has spoken so highly of you. “The same goes here.” “Susan my pet I thought it was just the two of us for dinner?” “I know Juan, but I met Gram earlier this evening, and I couldn’t refuse the invite.” “What was going on here, and why she was suddenly calling me Juan?”
    I played along knowing I had one more day of “Charades.” I sipped the champagne and pretended to mingle, and suddenly there she was. The night wouldn’t be a total loss after all. The beautiful woman from last night was standing a few feet away. I stood there eyeing her and wondering how many ways I could make her scream my name. “Juan,” I finally heard Susan say.
    “Come and join us, Graham is going to show us trophies from his trip.” We walked inside where Graham had all the trophies from one trip then another. I noticed that the beautiful woman I had met was right by his side. Perhaps this was the husband she spoke about, but it couldn’t be. Graham was at least sixty, but money could buy a lot of things. Had it bought him the beautiful Stephora? She didn’t seem to be unhappy or forced to be here.
    This faking about being intrigued with this room full of dead animal was for the birds. Finally, we walked back poolside and continued with small talk until dinner was served. We all gathered in the dining room and ate expensive caviar, and drank overpriced champagne.
    “Donavan, I noticed you were eyeing my wife; she is a beautiful woman isn’t she?” Graham asked.  I was taken aback by his question and acted surprised. “Of course I noticed her, along with all the other beautiful women in the room.” “I’m an admirer of beautiful things, and your wife is very beautiful, but I have my hands full with this one tonight,” and I kissed Susan on the check. Stephora seemed to be embarrassed by his comment. This old prick was jealous of the competition and perhaps I would give him a run for his money. Another day and another time, everything would fall into place if it were meant to be, I thought. I informed Susan I was ready to leave, and she said her goodbyes.
    The car ride back to her place was a little tense. All I could think about was Graham’s remark. I was here on business and nothing more. “You seem a little quiet tonight Juan is anything wrong?” Susan asked.  “No, but I was a bit put off by Graham’s remark. “Oh, don’t mind him! He’s jealous of any man that comes within two inches of Stephora.” “I don’t understand why he married her if he couldn’t trust her.” “Is it really about trust, I took it to be more about insecurities.” “Whatever the case, she’s better off now than she was in Brazil.”
    I knew this was going nowhere, and she seemed a little jealous.  I think we should slip out of these clothes, and have a glass of wine by the pool. I ran my