She was trembling with anticipation, jumping at every noise, looking at the clock incessantly, adjusting her dress and primping herself in the mirror. "Don't get too worked up," she kept telling herself, but her heart just kept hammering away. As she looked a the clock again, her heart began to sink. It was late, too late. It wasn't going to happen. She bit her lip to fight back the tears and then quickly straightened her...

Sherri was a proper woman. She wore the nicest clothes, expensive jewellery, fingernails always neatly manicured and weekly trips to the hair stylist. She had to, after all, she was a prominent woman in the community. Her husband, on top of being the manager of the local back, also had investments in a wide array of companies. He was also a deacon of the local church, and had great regard for the reputation of his family....