Susan stared at Jazz for what seemed like minutes before speaking.

He turned around to look at Jazz working her pectorals.

She glared at Jazz, turned on her heel and headed for the door.

She glanced at Jazz again, showing doubt this time, but not admitting it.

For a second, Susan stared at Jazz just the way she had been doing all evening.

'All credit to this one,' and she nodded at Jazz.

She stood still, glanced at the floor, looked hard at Jazz and frowned.

Eyes peered at Jazz from the darkness, but not a woman's eyes.

Stephen's eyes pulled away from the TV and looked over at Jazz.

Susan took a step back, acting indignant and looking up at Jazz with the same challenging expression she had had earlier.