Back at the party, Malcolm and Dolores were quick to escape into the safety of the privacy of their bedroom.
The guests milled around for several minutes after that, most hanging around to see if they would manage to catch them before the night was over so that they could get the juicydetqils directly from the source.
They soon started to thin out when that was turning out to not be the case.
In their bedroom, Malcolm was perched at the edge of the bed with his head in his hands while Dolores paced endlessly across the expanse of the room.
She had kicked off her shoes sometime after they got into the bedroom, her floor length, gaudy dress brushing against the expensive carpet as she paced.
Malcolm threw anxious looks in his wife's direction, knowing that her silence was the prelude to
