You break down

Looking at his polite, concerned face you suddenly break down, weeping as tears stream down your cheeks your body shuddering with your sobs. You bury your face in your hands, trying unsuccessfully to get control of yourself.

"I'm sorry..." you sob between gasps. "I'm sorry...I...I...don't know what...what to do..."

You feel him gently touch your shoulder, squeezing it in comfort. You lean against his arm, sobbing into your hands.

"Come on Lisa, calm down," he says in a gentle voice. He squeezes your shoulder as you start to regain control, your sobbing gradually diminishing. You take your hands away from your face, looking up at him with sorrowful dismay.

"I'm so sorry," you whimper. "I...I..."

"Why don't you get yourself cleaned up, get some cool water on your face," he suggests in a gentle voice. "There's a bathroom right down the hall. Third door on the left. Take your time."

You give a little gasping sob and stand up, walking down the hall with your head down, feeling totally lost.

In the bathroom your wash your face, gradually regaining control of yourself, your breathing returning to normal. You can't believe that he rejected your request, but when you recall his genuine concern at your grief you think you may still have a chance. With that hopeful thought you grow calm, your confidence starting to return as you check your face, repairing your makeup. With a final look in the mirror at your lovely image, you put a smile on your face and open the door.

You're about to return to the living/dining area when attention is caught by the door across the hallway. It's partly open, perhaps six inches, and you can see a glimpse of some rather odd looking equipment. Probably his home gym, you think, but the little you can see doesn't look like exercise equipment you've seen before.

You're curious to open the door and get a good look, but you tell yourself you're in a difficult enough position without being caught snooping.

Still, your sense of curiosity is very strong....