His stay at the coffee shop was brief and Paul really wished he had
never entered the doors. Gerald could not allow him to leave without
giving him more kind words a handshake and a business card, that Paul had placed in his suit coat before leaving.
As he made his escape from Gerald's grip, he scampered out into a world that he really was unsure of. His wife had basically told him to stay away for awhile until she thought this mess through. Friends were very small in number right now and going to his office was not a place of safety either. His only place right now and for awhile would be his room at the hotel.
As he walked through the doors of the coffee shop and into the open air he looked to the darkened sky and let out a huge sigh and thought about his next move. Being caught was not his intentions of his little
escapade of thrills. He thought now about not trusting anybody with
anything in his life. The one he trusted to keep things hush hush was
actually the whistle blower. A person he didn't realize would fall quickly to his conscience. Before he was found to be in trouble he had felt out who he could trust in his circle of friends and one stuck out to him like a giant tree of trust.
Instead he became like a tree in the midst of a hurricane. Easily bent when he saw the storm coming! To be continued...
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