Now I was waiting for my flight home at the airport hall, when I heard a sweet voice calling my name from my back…I turned around and saw there was ...udy; my old mate Bob’s wife. She was a very sexy woman in her mid forties and I had dreamed always to fuck her; but she was deeply in love with her husband and I did not know if she would consider even playing around.Judy sat with me and we made small talk while waiting the same flight. Then suddenly they announced that our flight was delayed.But. . Christian ... of you,” my father rasped out.The gunshot was harsh and obliterated the shadows in a single flash of light. Then three more followed, two after that. A series of clicks came – and I choked back the urge to scream. Tears blurred my eyes, and I barely heard Sinclair snarling: “Bastard, goddamn sonofabitch, fucking niggerloving piece of shit. Jesus Christ!” He stopped. “Ah, please, forgive me for taking the lord’s name in vain. Torg, search this place. The girl’s been here, she’ll. But trust me,? he said smiling. ?the amount of money concerned is considerable.? ?How much?? I said. ?Well, for an athlete of your standing, working for one year.? He paused to consider, again looking at my hips, legs, shoulders. ?One million pounds!? I almost choked on the wine, but tried to remain calm. I wasn?t going to give away the fact that I was needed the money and the distraction, never mind a direction in my life. ?That?s a lot of money for?labour, as you call it.? ?Yes,? he replied.. It would also mean that I could never again return to the cafe. Not while Ellie was there. Not while I would be expected to explain myself to her; explain why I'd never shown up for our dinner date.But, to my amazement, when I finally took my leave and drove back across the town to my own home, I continued, for the entire trip, to be "young" Karl.Karl Erickson III, as I had dubbed myself.The garage door opener was adequate to get me into the house unobserved. Happily, I'd never been.