" It's been that way all my life," he answered. "I've learned to trust those instincts." And those instincts led you to disrespect my girlfriend in fr...nt of a roomful of witnesses?" Rob face was incredulous. "To her boyfriend's face, in front of the woman in question? You may need to revisit your instincts, Bob, before they get you shot by someone less tolerant than I am."Bob scratched the back of his neck, grimacing. "Okay, that may not have been the wisest choice I could have made, but I. I wondered what it would be like around her. I gave up all my stupid thoughts and went to sleep. I woke up pretty late that day; I knew I only had to be in the office around 11 for a meeting with the hot shots of the company, great! I climbed out of bed and headed straight for the shower and did the usual morning routine, taking special effort to look abit better than I usually would for work. I got to my office building right in the centre of town and climbed into the elevator, something else. “You look terrific.” “Am I supposed to say thank you?” Silence, save for the hum of rubber on road. Hand on gear stick tightening, black nylon stretched across thigh, seatbelt stretched across chest. Ire rising. “Maybe not, but you could stop being a stuck-up bitch.” She stares, wide mouthed. I avert my eyes, keeping them on the road. “Would you rather I said you looked like a slut?” “Why say anything at all?” “Just making conversation.” “Well don’t.” Long straight road ahead, foot down, hand. ”“Do we have time for a bath?” Nina asks, her eyes dropping over her daughter’s body.“Well ... we could have time for one, or we can have time for something else...” Penelope hints. “Maybe even let Arseus join in.”Nina chuckles and smiles. “That does sound good, but maybe later. I think I want you all to myself this time.”“That sounds just as good,” the girl says, her eyes sparkling as she returns the grin.“Come here then.” Nina reaches her hands up and cups her daughter’s face, pulling the.