Well, when she was employed there, I mean. I review my options here. I get indignant and refuse, risking sinking deeper into shit... or, I just let it...happen. I'm too tired of fighting anything at this point... At least I wont have to pay some therapy bill... not with money, that is. “I don't know... both my parents have always been pretty absent since I was a k**. I read somewhere that the lack of a father figure as k**s turns guys gay. If that were true, I'd be bi.” She silently giggles,. Her reddish brown hair framed a beautiful face and hazel eyes. So far Bob had been unable to interest Christine in changing careers.Bob continued, "Listen, I have an opportunity for you and I think you'll like it." You want me to show a house," guessed Christine."Yes, but before you give me your answer hear me out," said Bob."OK," said the tired wife.Bob continued, "I have a client named John Owens who is in town looking at houses. He's fairly young and yet he's looking at property in the 400. I knew of about three people who may be able to tap it without setting up shop in a cell tower and waiting for me to route a call through it. Dillon would never consider it, not my phone anyway, Jesus Escobar-Ortiz was behind bars and Paul was my partner. Okay, that didn't make him one hundred percent safe but I doubt if Rod would ask him for fear he might tell me. Bob's number began ringing. I didn't expect him to answer since he was in class, but I knew he kept the phone in his desk drawer. ”Anders cannot believe what he is seeing, nor the puzzling answer she gives. He looks back to the corner, and this time he sees not Ashley, but his wife. “What the fuck is going on?” he whispers. “I’ve had enough of this.”“I can explain everything,” Mela says, drawing his attention back to her. This time she has wings. Not small ones, but full sized bat wings. Anders thinks gargoyle, but that can’t be right. “I need to explain everything for the process to finish.”“What process?” he asks.“Your.