#314229 - The bed was central, against a side wall; the door he’d entered through was in the corner on the far side of the bed; Jenny was standing on the same side of the bed as Mason, having quite naturally gotten off that side, though she was still near to the head of the bed and behind her there was a wardrobe. “I’ve been wanting to do this for months,” he replied with an unexplainable bitterness, “You think I'm just gonna walk out now?”. He swept his eyes over her, seemingly completely unmoved – her bare feet on the shagged carpet, the calves that led to the hem of the pencil skirt which began just below her knees, the red blouse that hung loose around her breasts, then her face, free of her tied back hair, pronouncing bewildered hazel eyes from behind the lenses of the reading glasses.