Jessica's Life Journey (14) - Bodies of Evidence

As part of my work as a private investigator, I am quite often asked to gather evidence of adultery so that a quicker divorce can be obtained. 

Usually, the husband is assumed to be the guilty party and he, in the spirit of cooperation, will agree for his supposed transgression to be captured on film. The photo of a couple sitting next to each other in bed will be sufficient to suggest that intercourse has taken place.

I shall never forget the first time I had to undertake such a task.

I walked to the scene of the crime, a hotel on the periphery of the city.

I had been primed on what to do:  when a chambermaid unlocked the door of their room I had to burst inside and take a picture of the couple in bed.

Imagine my surprise seeing the two were actually engaged in an energetic sexual bout with her cries of “yes, yes, yes” revealing a genuine orgasm.

“Well I never!”, exclaimed the shocked maid, blushing.

My camera shook in my hands and when the film was developed the picture I had taken of the two lovers was, just like them, over-exposed.

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Sometimes, an anxious mother would ask us to check if a boy who had the reputation of being a womaniser could be trusted to be engaged to her daughter.

I would act as a temptress and see if he was easily led astray.

A single girl drinking alone in a bar, can be seen as a target by a predator whose body language would betray his lecherous intentions.

I looked for such signals and waited to see if he fell into the trap.

More often than not, the Romeo would be a handsome and sexy individual to whom in other circumstances I might have been attracted but in my professional capacity I never mix business with pleasure.

For some reason my thoughts turned to Will. Had his judgement been influenced by the recent events in his life?

He seemed distracted and spent a lot of time on personal phone conversations. I hoped he hadn't got inveigled into a sordid affair with someone he'd met on that escort's website.

I wondered if I should take the bull by the horn and ask him what all the secrecy was about.

A telephone message left on voicemail gave me the excuse I needed to quiz him.

"This is a message for Will Browning: could he please call his sister ASAP? Thank you".

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