It seems like she's in a hurry

"Umm, I don't know..." Samantha smiled at him, although she seemed positively surprised by his offer. The way she was glancing at the clock inside the hallway made him think that she was in a hurry, but instead of saying that she caught him a little off guard, by asking if none of his daughters were still at home today.

"No, they're not..." Jack answered, with just the slightest hint of suspicion sneaking into his voice, and he found it worrying when she flashed him another of her curious little grins. Once again he had that feeling that she knew by far too much about his family's affairs, and because of that he was almost glad that she'd turned down his offer to come inside for that cup of tea. She'd certainly been snooping around just a bit too much already.

"I'll just go fetch your camera then." He continued eventually, as he knew full well why she was making this visit in the first place, but felt another pang of regret while he turned towards the stairs instead of the kitchen. He'd still not deleted those pictures, or even decided what he wanted to do with them, but right now there might be worse things he could think of than pictures of his wife and her lover getting out in public.

"No, that's okay!" She stopped him before he got started up the stairs though, which caused him to glance back at her in surprise, as it certainly wasn't what he'd expected. She'd obviously had some other reason to visit him then, and he turned back at her suspiciously when she held out what looked like a cut-out from a newspaper in her hand. He could only guess that it had something to do with himself, or more likely with Shirley, and so he wasn't sure what to think when he found out it was only some ad for a job.

"I heard you... kind of got fired from work." She continued, which deepened the frown on his face even more, as he wondered how she could possibly know about that. On the other hand she was obviously good at finding out all his secrets, and this one couldn't be any harder than the rest of the work she'd already done on him.

"So, now you're just taking pity on me?" Jack just gave her a sarcastic scoff in return, as he reached out to pluck the small piece of paper from her open palm, and simply crumbled it up in his own. "A bit too late for that, I'm afraid."

"Look, I'm really sorry for all that happened." The girl actually seemed like she was completely sincere when she told him, which stopped him from throwing the ball of paper directly in the trash, as he looked back to her friendly brown eyes. "But... would you really have preferred to keep it the way it was? Without ever knowing what Shirley had been doing behind your back?"

"No..." He shook his head slowly, as he knew full well that she was right about this. In a way he should be grateful to her, for the fact she'd exposed his wife's debauchery, although it was difficult to keep from blaming this girl for her part in the mess. But if this was her way of apologizing, then he guessed that he owed her one as well.

"Just make sure to talk to this guy!" Sam interrupted him, while pointing to the paper in his hand, then flashed him another mysterious little smile, before she suddenly turned to leave. "And take care of your family, Jack!"

"... Sure." Jack nodded slowly, while still unsure of what to think of their strange conversation, and all he could do was to stare at her back as she walked down the driveway, until she disappeared around the corner of the hedges surrounding his house. For some reason he couldn't immediately focus his mind on their dialogue however, and instead he could only think of her cute face, and how her fine little bottom moved in skintight sweatpants...