He'd fully expected to stay there all night, as the others had as well, but the squabble had been unexpectedly broken by Throckington, the owner and p...esident, who tried the gadget and sliced his thumb. The project was shelved immediately.Mort McDonald was not one to let such a golden opportunity pass. Not with the beady-eyed hawk of a wife always suspicious of where he was going and why. With time on his hands, he'd combed his salt-and-pepper hair and waxed his pencil-thin mustache and with. ’ ‘Wrong answer Ivan.’ and Snakes fist connected with the mans belly. ‘You’re a fucking little slimeball. Now what are you?’ The hanging man gasped out between the painful sounds from his throat, ‘A slimeball.’ ‘Damn right slimeball. Now I’m going to ask you a number of questions and if I don’t get the answer I like I am going to beat the shit out of you.’ Opening a flick knife in front of the mans face he continued, ‘See this……its nice and sharp and slices through skin as if it was butter.’. I had been enjoying my wine and idly watching the news of the day for perhaps ten minutes when Greg joined me."Bill, I apologize for the delay and I am so glad you could meet with me on such short notice." Not a problem Greg."Just then our tall drink waiter returned and Greg, following my example, ordered a Merlot.Our attention was then drawn to a news announcement from one of the local New York City stations."Word just in that Robert Dexter, well known to our listeners as the owner of Dexter. ”There was an eternal pause, then Dora was clinging to her father and they were both crying as Zsófia, my parents and I ... and Emma ... watched.“Dada.” Emma was leaning forward and making my neck ache. I lifted her down. “Dada, why Mummy crying?”I squatted. “Sometimes when someone is very happy, they cry,” I told her.She trotted over to Dora and tugged on the skirt of the academic gown. “Mummy?”I caught up and handed Dora a handkerchief as she released her father. She mopped up, then dipped to.