(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/520065487586074624/FkmCbpdo.jpeg)    Paul Denning smiled as he put the finishing touches on dinner. He liked doing things for Jacqueline, his wife. She had to work late tonight, the last night before their weekend getaway. Paul had managed to get out of work early. He was an investment advisor, and a good one. He didn’t have the highest income in the company, because he didn’t suggest needless transactions that generated more fees. But he was a nice guy, and that came across when people talked to him. He had huge customer loyalty, and his bosses respected that.<br/><br/>For tonight, all he was thinking about was dinner, followed by Jacqueline. He finished adjusting the table settings, checked his watch, and lit the candles. The chicken teriyaki was about done. Paul was a good cook when he had the time, and he’d made the time today. He heard her car pulling into the driveway and walked to the door. The roses were in a vase in the hall. He waited for her to open the front door, looking forward to making her smile.