Caris, who until now never did sexual favors without a worthwhile payback was furious. Vellina had always asked for a little return, but she was usua...ly ignored. Caris strongly suspected her of exploiting her body cruelly with this horrible trick. Nobody realized that they were already under attack.Caris didn't get to finish her tirade and accusations of sexual assault. A man in black stood some forty paces away with his nose and mouth covered. The only men actively searching for Amazons. "Yes they will attend, and if there is a job offer then those benefits will cease forthwith," he explained, "Subject only to the job paying a minimum wage of two hundred pounds per week and the work being within cycling distance of ten miles or sixteen kilometers," A ripple of laughter from his supporters contrasted with the jeers from the opposition benches, he continued "Or one hundred pounds per week if accommodation is provided, this is of course for single people, married couples will of. ” He replied. I said nothing for a few moments. “And what usually happens then?” I asked. “Whatever you want to happen.” He replied. “And if I don’t want anything to happen?” He smiled. “I think we both know that it will happen. “ He replied. “I will be ending up in bed with your wife tonight it’s just a question of how the journey will proceed.” “Journey?” I asked. “Yes Mark, journey.” He responded. “The destination ends with me fucking your wife, it’s just a case now of how we get. Driving home along the lake almost fifty Christmas Eve’s later, I remembered my father wore white starched shirts. He always put his cigarettes in his shirt pocket, you could see the red bull’s eye of the pack through the pocket of his shirt and he kept his zippo lighter in his right pants pocket. Dad was a man of iron will. He’d smoke one pack a day, no more no less, and if he ran out before the day’s end he said he’d go without. At least that’s what he said but I think he lied, because.