The phone rang just before Sarah was ready to head out. Her cell phone, not the office phone. The displayed number was unfamiliar, but the overly familiar voice on the other end was not. "Sarah? This is Damien."
"Oh," Sarah said. "Hello, Mr. Damien Smith."
Damien chuckled. "Don't let's be so formal. After all, you have made out in my house, haven't you?"
"I beg your pardon?" Sarah asked him.
"Well," said Damien in a reasonable voice, "you brought your boyfriend to the open house last weekend, and of course I could not help but notice that the bed had been used..."
"I am sorry," Sarah said icily; not sounding a bit like she meant it, but quite a lot like her mother, "but I have no idea what you are talking about. He is not my boyfriend, and even if he were, we would certainly not be ma
