.” I really didn’t want to say it.He saved me the necessity. “Anders would not have left me there – he would have known I wouldn’t want to r...main like that. And if the templars killed me, you’d have said so with much less hesitation. I assume he was forced to kill me?”I nodded reluctantly. “He was devastated.” My eyes swept over his unmarked forehead, assuring myself that it hadn’t come true.“And me?” Leandra finally asked.I shuddered. “In a few years ... there would have been a man. He. Fast forward 6 months to last week. Another exam and the same beauty came in to the room. After the normal check list of questions for me she asked if I might have a little extra time to participate in a research study as I was in the target age group. The study was to see if a prostate massage might be a better way to provide erections than medicine, you know the little blue pill (there must have been an entry in the notes from before about my reaction). After qualifying me she did explain. He looks a lot like Liam Neeson big boned and sure of himself. He carries himself like the ex-naval officer that he is Falkland war veteran and all. He can be a pain at cocktail parties after a few too many drinks – he starts assuming the alpha male role as he did this night. Im a senior lecturer at a top London University with seven books and over a hundred academic papers to my name on economics but I dont blather on about it. He walked over to the chair where I was sitting and commented. He went to take a swig ofhis beer, but tossed it into the yard instead. "You let a girl do thisto you?" he said at last trying to contain his amusement.Billy looked down at his feet still in those Mary Jane shoes and beganto cry. His father hugged him and started openly laughing. It was theirfirst hug in a year. The father took Billy's hand and let him into thekitchen where he made them both an ice cream sundae.The next day at school was hell for Billy. Every kid in school nowtaunted him. His.