The two were dancing up a storm. It was as though they were in an erotic trance. She was too hot to stop, and he was in a state of intense ecstasy. Folks were still dying to know who the man was and if he was her lover or worse, someone else's husband. Every woman watching could account for her man.
Surely, she would not be bold enough to flaunt with a married man from the neighborhood, some thought.
Soon, a few of the onlookers were starting to become critical of Precious and her disgraceful conduct, but they were still watching, like self-righteous overseers looking at an adult film for hours and then complaining how obscene the movie was.
Of course, most of the men found the fussing and judging to be quite humorous, because some of these same objectors had skeletons in their closets.
It was around three in the morning when Precious and Enoff ended their torrid rendezvous. Of course, she accepted his proposal and wanted to have a fall wedding. He wanted to marry her in Paris, the city of love. She thought that was a splendid idea.
He considered selling the company, retiring and traveling the world with the love of his life. With the money he was getting from his late uncle's estate, the two could live like the rich and famous. All of these dreams were racing through his head.
While Enoff was home and planning the trip to Paris, the phone rang. It was Precious informing him that she had a problem with termites. Pest management was coming the following day to fumigate the house. She asked if she could stay with him until it was okay for her to return home.
"Of course, you are my fiancée, and my house is yours. By the way, I was just about to call you. I will be going upstate to finish restoring a house, will stop by in the morning and drop my house keys in your mailbox. There is plenty of food in the refrigerator. I will be home in two days."
The next day, he was up at three in the morning and left the keys but had no idea she was dressed and ready to leave. She watched him as he drove off and waited one hour before going to his house.
It was still dark when Precious left her house. Not a soul was on the street. She scurried off to Enoff's residence, looked around to make certain no one saw her and entered his house. She found his office and went on his personal computer. However, she did not know his password and could not get into his files.