“How did you know where I lived?” he asked in a surprised but worried tone.Miss Cane replied, “Well, you do pay by credit card and we got it tha... way.”Bert was still confused and asked, almost floundering “Anyway, what competition?”Miss Cane smiled as she replied, “The one in the magazine. You just had to click on the button and you were entered.” She looked at Bert quizzically and then, realising what must have happened, said, “Oh, my, you must have pressed the button by mistake. Wow, and you. She figured to do whatever it took to keep Mike happy. The novelty would soon wear off and he would forget about her and then she could get back her life.Finally finished, Beth showered again put on some loose shorts and baggy T-shirt and prepared her dinner. When she had finished eating she washed the few dishes and lay on the couch to watch some television, but soon dozed off to sleep.It was just after nine o'clock when Mike returned home. He looked around the house checking that everything. Fredric's smile widened fondly. He found it cute that after all the years she'd known him, Bobbie still called him 'Sir', despite having been told she could call him Fredric or Freddie as the rest of the family and staff did. He could never figure that part of her out, but he didn't mind. It was endearing. Bobbie paused on her way back past Fredric's chair, the fabric of her yellow sundress softly sighing around her legs. Her fine-boned face betrayed an inner indecision. “You're dressed a bit. Morphine drips still had to be replaced. Yes, it was a grueling pace, but that was what I signed up for, right? Once I got out of the Militia and got my nursing license back for civilian work, I’d never gripe half as much about the emergency room, not after being a field nurse in a war zone.“Excuse me, but are you Ralph Walker, ex-husband to Megan Coleman? The widow of Clifford Coleman?” someone with JAG insignia, surrounded by two MPs, asked me now to confirm my identity.“Second Lieutenant.