"Oh, thank you."<br/><br/>Diane said in reply to Marie. She took the letter and recognized the handwriting right away. It was from Shane, she knew it without having to open the envelope. He used to write her letters all the time before she married Martin and she worked as one of Rich's secretaries. He told her he did it so she'd have something fun to look forward as she went through Rich's mail at work. Shane would send her little love notes and she had always looked forward to them. It had always brightened up her day. He was such a good man. He had been such a good boyfriend...And to think she picked Martin over him.<br/><br/>Diane swallowed. She knew this wasn't a love note. More like him hoping to convince her one last time to leave Martin. Why couldn't he understand that she couldn't do that? She was stuck with Martin, for better or worse, until death did they part. She looked up at Marie and replied.<br/><br/>"I....ummm....I'll call later with a reply."<br/><br/>If she even gave Shane one, she thought.<br/><br/>---------------------<br/><br/>Rich was thrilled with his Italian Goddess. She seemed to understand how blessed she was to have the pleasure of his company. And she seemed very keen on pleasing him. He definitely felt like a king with her. He laid back on the bed and had a big stupid grin on his face as she started kissing him exactly the way he wanted her to.<br/><br/>He looked down at her.<br/><br/>"Show me how much you worship me."<br/><br/>---------------------<br/><br/>Martin was enjoying every moment he was sharing with Pierre. He hoped to make many more memories in Paris with the Frenchman before he and Diane had to head back home to Hollywood. Being with him, made him forget all his other worries. At least for a little while.<br/><br/>"Very."<br/><br/>Martin replied, huskily as well. Too bad soon he'd have to leave. He'd much rather spend the rest of the night with Pierre then head back to his room. But he knew he couldn't do that. He'd have to return Diane's side soon and play his biggest role of his life. Her doting husband. A role he'd be playing until death did they part. He turned his head and kissed Pierre on the lips.<br/><br/>"Shall I see you again tomorrow night?"<br/><br/>'And every night until I have to head home?' He thought to himself.