But I decided I didn't know Henry well enough yet to talk dirty, and besides, he looked like the sort that might spank me for being a bad girl if only...he were a little younger.Sixty some years ago Henry had a brief career in the major leagues. He roomed for a time with Enos Slaughter, a Hall of Fame player and legendary hell-raiser. But World War II and a severe bullet wound to his knee from a Nazi pistol ended that. Henry related he was being tortured at the time. Another of his friends who. With his tousled hair, broad shoulders and tanned skin, he looked as though he was starring in an aftershave ad, rather than heading to the Old Bailey to learn his fate.There was a light knock on the door. I snapped the folder closed and straightened up my posture, flattening my blouse and pulling my hair over one shoulder. I adopted what I hoped was a professional-looking pose: pen in hand, his session checklist positioned in front of me.“Liam! Hi.” I smiled and motioned for him to enter.. Can you take another day off without killing your business?” She stared out the window while she digested this last piece of information, then nodded. Grabbing my coffee cup she took a swig then spoke. “Another day or two off isn’t going to kill my business baby. I can make calls from home and from memory we haven’t got anything pressing that needs our personal attention. We’ll have to call in and put a sign in the window or something but aside from that I’m pretty sure that we’re clear. You’ll. I was the proud papa of not one but two beautiful children, and short of getting myself fired from work, my new family was going to be getting all the attention that I could possibly spare.Kim became a stay-at-home mom, and although we had occasional arguments, as I am sure that every other family in America did, I was grateful everyday for my loving wife and two wonderful children.The years seemed to have passed by rather quickly, and I was truly under the impression that Kim and I were still.