He wasn't sure why she wanted to meet Bridget.  Of course he wasn't.  Contacting the other woman had been Marissa's idea.  Cyril didn't know that the women had already met.  It had been a week ago.  Marissa remembered picking up the phone and dialing the numbers, her mind wondering how many times her husband had done the same in the past.  Bridget had been shocked, to say the least, when Marissa had introduced herself.<br/><br/><em>"I... I'm Cyril Parker's wife.  My name is Marissa."<br/><br/>"How did you get this number?"  Marissa remembered so clearly Bridget's tone when she had asked the question.  She probably wasn't used to the wives of the men she saw calling her.<br/><br/>The instinct to hang up had been so strong, the feeling that she'd made a mistake overwhelming.  But Marissa hadn't.  She'd forged on; she had to for the sake of her marriage.  "I've had it for a while.  I assume you know that we separated because of... well, you know."  God, how many times over the last few months had she been tempted to call the woman and rail into her for being a home wrecker?  But she hadn't, of course, instead almost timid about it.  No more of that.  Cyril clearly wanted and needed something else, and Marissa was determined to be enough for him.  "I want to meet you.  Please, don't hang up.  Just hear me out."  Her words had been rushed because she wasn't sure if Bridget would indulge her by listening to her.  But she had, and a couple of minutes later, they'd made arrangements to meet at a local park the next afternoon.</em><br/><br/>She looked up as Cyril pulled into the driveway of a house.  An ordinary house in an ordinary neighborhood that looked nothing like Marissa had expected.  What, exactly, had she been expecting?  A seedy bordello?  A neon sign announcing the nature of the business Bridget conducted here?  How silly of her.  When they'd met the week before, Marissa had been taken aback by how normal Cyril's...<em>friend</em>had seemed.  She'd actually been nice.<br/><br/>When her husband found out that the women had already met, would he be surprised?  Angry?  To not tell him had been Bridget's suggestion.  Marissa was about to put a lot of trust in this woman, and hopefully starting with listened to that bit of advice would not prove to be a mistake.