She coughed and spluttered and fought to contain me. "Perhaps not," I sighed, noticing that she was choking and preparing to disgorge clear phlegm int... the bucket. "But it makes you wonder. People talk about chance and statistics and all that mad mathematical bullshit – but it's weird. Every weekend, the cull passes us by." It's destiny," Kevin affirmed with the abstract dogmatic authority of youth. He's my son and as ignorant and as crass as anyone I know. And right now, he was stuffing a. Well, it means that I'm selling my cunt for money... and a woman who does that is a whore, isn't she? Oh, maybe I can consider myself one cut above the woman who lets her customers fuck her in alleys behind bars, if that's any satisfaction..."Jack found himself increasingly curious about this pretty woman who was obviously engaged in a gigantic struggle with herself. "Mrs. Evans... I get the feeling that you've got some good reason for wanting the extra money. Want to tell me about it? It might. It made me a little nervous for the first time in a while. "Are you sure?" "Yep." "And nothing could convince you otherwise?" "Nope." "Not even if I gave you the bookstore?" Now, that did shock me in a visceral way. "The bookstore?" "You heard me." "You'd give me the bookstore," I said, looking at him. "I want you more than I want it." "That's ridiculous." "It's mine to do with as I like. So...what do you think?" I didn't like to admit it, but it was an interesting offer. I wasn't as. I was just about finished when a blond with legs that wouldn't stop noticed us standing there and said, "Well, I haven't seen you before. Where have you been hiding all my life, good lookin'?" I, uhm," John said glancing at me uncertainly."Not you," she said, "Him." We've just never crossed paths before," I said ignoring John's embarrassment. "Cause if we had, I would have died a painful death if I hadn't asked you your name." Andrea," she said with sparking eyes. "But my friends call me Andy.".