And though they clearly weren't teenagers--at a guess, their average age was at least thirty years old--they were behaving as though they were, their ...onstant banter and ribbing of each other audible on the breeze.But then even I could deduce that the tall, skinny bloke they called Tim wasn't exactly what you'd call a natural sportsman. 'Oh fucking hell, mate!' one of them cried as Tim fluffed yet another pass, sending the ball skimming down towards the water. 'I hope to God you don't have this. She was watching me intently, a sad little smile on her face.I started to speak but she cut me off."No. Let's not talk about it right now. It was something we both needed, but it doesn't have to mean anything. It just happened. I don't regret it. Right now we need to go downstairs."I moved to her and grabbed her chin. I saw she was nervous and wondered if she'd practiced that little speech. I leaned over and kissed her softly, continuing until she responded."I just want to say you are. Perhaps Trish, being the local Representative, had a better knowledge of the area around the capital.“Take the next side road on the right,” the Chief Investigator told Trish after a time, and we soon turned right and slowed down as the road was narrow and less than straight with sharp curves. It was the perfect kind of road to set ambushes and abatis on to hamper or prevent the enemy from advancing. Even the landscape here helped with local trees growing thickly along both sides of the road,. I was inno mind to continue after the unpleasantness at the gas station," shecontinued, "we did not mention the event and I thought no more of it." Don't tell me your husband had bought that magazine," Jim stated,almost triumphantly."Am I really so transparent Mr Duggan?" she asked peevishly."Um, no. But frankly Mr Smyth-Carter I've heard this type of story amillion times. OK, so some of the variables are skewed in this story, butit still boils down to your husband wanting what you're not.