"Do you want to know something? I was actually having fun with you - then you start acting like some slut at the bar. Want to know what I was going to...do when I got you home... do you? I was going to put you to bed and hope you slept the booze off and forgot how fucking nuts you had been acting." Again I didn't think to mention that I had actually enjoyed the thought of fucking my mother, another notch in my male bravado belt, and gave in to her offers.She had brought up her hands half ways. .. That's it! Now I remember!" I shouted. "It's an old movie about a bunch of guys who take over an underground train in old New York! They hold it for ransom and use colors as their handles! Damn, I can't remember what the name of it was, though." Taking of Pelham 123," Weird nodded. He must have had Sara do a search as I was talking. "That is an old one." Damn, Boss, and we call him weird," Mike shook her head. "So, you think they're going to do the same thing: set some explosives and ask for. Husband, Simon Mitchell." Dan stumbled over the words. He still found it hard to describe someone as his husband.A look of realisation struck the blonde receptionist's face. "Oh, I'm sorry Mrs Mitchell. I didn't recognise you. Simon will probably be in his office. If you just go through the gym area you'll see a door marked staff only. Go through that and up the stairs and you're there."Dan thanked her and made his way into the center. it was quite a high class operation, probably with steep. I dont have anything like that in my room even, and Im supposed to be the boyscout. Well, I do! And youre prolly the only one we know who does, Carl said with a pained smirk. Crap. Nothing. You still holding on okay? More or less, yeah. Its just a flesh wound, Carl said, failing to sound confident as he closed the window from which they entered. He walked over to the Peters computer and sat down while gripping his left forearm, which was currently wrapped with an improvised tourniquet that used.