I hadn't meant to cheat on my wife. It's just that my dick took over. It does that sometimes.Mostly I'm in control. I decide what to do and when to do...it and who to do it with. I have a firm grip on myself. Uh, perhaps I should rephrase that. But every once in a while it's like my brain gives my penis a four star promotion or something and as it puffs up with pride the rest of my body just does everything my dick says to.You know the feeling. Like you're sitting in a bar, your wife is two hours. Jump in,’ I replied. He opened the back door, pushed his pack across the seat and climbed in beside it. He was trying to get to Melbourne, another 90kms past our place. I said we could drop him at the highway exit where we turn off for our village. At first, I asked all the questions. Willi – or ‘Villi’ as he called himself, was in his mid-forties and was travelling to visit f****y. He’d been most of the way across Australia, loved the wide open space, thought the sky went on forever and was. Please let me go now. I just want to go home.”Stoner looked at me a minute and said: “Queenie, you can go when all of us have had a taste of that cunt.”I began to cry almost uncontrollably, until the black girl came over and put her arms around me. ‘I’m Asante and we are not kidnapping you or going to hurt you, but you owe us all something, then D will take you back to where he found you or home, if you want.”Her touch and what she said was somewhat reassuring and I stopped crying and looked up. It was a fool’s bet, but what choice did he really have? Rael did not like uncertainty or chance, but he knew the precariousness of their situation. He had to get inside the city to seek help, and answers. He no longer trusted to the pull of his name, nor the strength of his sword arm to keep him safe. There was no way of knowing just how extensive the assassin’s network was, nor to what lengths they would go to put him in the ground. Until he found a way to take the fight to them, he would.