“You’ll not want to stay once I’m finished. We both agreed that there need to be some stipulations.” “Stip – stipulations?” I hated myse...f for sounding like a child the moment the words left my mouth. Sitting so uncomfortably on the wooden chair while she lounged on the couch only added to the feeling. “Yes, stipulations. I’ll explain them to you, so wait until I’m finished before you say anything. Understood?” Her voice had developed a harder edge now, something I knew, but which had hardly. Miles held his bottle close to his chest."That's the problem. I have to live in the same house as you. I wantmore than running around money; I want half." Peter swigged at hisbottle."You're fucking crazy Miles. Mila wouldn't have got half is she'dstayed," Peter growled."I bet she would have and probably more. I understand you lovebirds hadno prenup." Miles smiled and drank again."You stick to it. No bailing out once we're in... and you do everythingthat Steven Boutros tells you to,". If you can hold on to a top four, we’ll qualify for the feature without having to run the B main. But even if we run the B main, you’ll get more track time there. That’s what we’re after here. We gotta run more kinds of tracks to get you more experience.”We hadn’t really talked much about next season, but this had me thinking grandpa had bigger plans for next year.“What are you working on, by the way?” I asked Grandpa. I was usually hungry to learn as much as I could about the mechanical. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!" I said mortified at my near error."Oh that's fine, Mr. Bletchflap. Maybe we could try it another time, you know, when I've got some lotion or something."Christine, who was standing beside shook her head. "You dirty slut!" she said in wonder.Brigitte laughed. "Don't pretend you've never taken it up your arse. Go on, do me a favour and help him in."Christine, smiling at Brigitte's response took hold of me and positioned me a little lower down. "There you go,.