Thomas was fuming. At the same time, however, he felt guilt in his heart. Stacy was very attractive, yes! Her blond hair and her blue eyes certainly melted hearts. Yet, it didn't melt his. She wore the tightest and shortest suits he had ever seen, and they showed off every curve in his body. However, none of these things mattered to Thomas. His wife at home was what he cherished. That was what he longed to get back to at the end of every day. Stacy was a good secretary, he must admit. Yet, she burdened him with flirts and suggestive questions. The men at his workplace figured it out a long time ago. They called him everything, from stupid to scared, because he wouldn't go with Stacy. As he drove along the Main Road at 8pm on that Sunday night, he thought about the things that took place that day. How Stacy had twisted her ankle in work. He thought of how he was the only one with a car to take her home. He remembered how when he dropped her off, she blackmailed him sorely, telling him that if he did not spend an hour with her, she would call his wife and tell her that he was cheating. Recalling the moment, he stayed at her home and learned that Stacy's husband and only child died in an accident a mere four years before. They talked for a long time, and Thomas did not leave that house until nearly three hours after. They said their goodbyes and Thomas had headed home. Now, as he turned into a street to head back home, he thought of the situation and wondered if nothing made sense anymore.