Steve stomped to the door, thinking, it had better be the b***h. He would teach her a lesson. She thought last night was bad; she hadn’t seen anything yet. This time she would suffer. He flung open the door, expecting to see Jill.
A small dark-haired woman stood ready to knock again, Jill behind her. With a charming smile, the woman spoke.
“Mr. Bishop, I am so sorry. I owe you a huge apology. I just hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. Forgive us all, well, that is, me and George. There isn’t really anything to forgive your lovely wife for.”
Steve stood looking at her, trying to figure out what was happening. He looked past the woman into Jill’s eyes. He only sensed discomfort, not the terror he would expect in this situation. Before he could respond, the small woman presse
