His personal requirements were frugal and he owned the house he was living in. More important to him was that he would never have to shoot at people a...ain. Killing Firouze had rattled him more than anything in his life.Silers-Spence said his farewell at the airport in Glasgow and Henry and Ellen took a taxi into the city. Too late, Henry remembered the Military Cross on his chest and the driver, a former army sergeant, vented his admiration all the way into the city. In the end, Henry had to. ’ Carter punched Drew’s leg. ‘Thanks. You’re a decent guy sometimes too.’ Drew got up with a laugh and walked to the open doorway. ‘So we’re good?’ ‘Yeah.’ Carter grinned. ‘As long as you don’t turn into Mom.’ ‘Right. The day I turn into Mom is the day you become President.’ Drew walked away with Carter’s laughter echoing behind him. As he reached the main floor, he realized Mina still hadn’t called him. A glance at the clock showed him that it was almost three. He scooped the phone into his. From what I could discern, the watcher was female but when she realised I’d spotted her, she disappeared. I was shocked but also quite excited and aroused at the thought that someone had been watching me masturbate.Then more questions flooded my mind. How long had she been there? How much did she see? Did she watch when I fucked Carole? Or did she only see me masturbate? And who was she?There was one way to possibly find out: I could make subtle enquiries at the tavern. I decided to shower and. “I thought we were going out,” he commented as he saw the dining room table set for two.“No, I said I was inviting you to dinner. Here. Come on in.”“It smells delicious!”“Thank you. Come and see.” Taking Peter’s hand, she led him into the kitchen. “I just put the beef bourguignon in the oven; that has to bake for another hour-and-a-half. We’ve also got a nice loaf of French bread and some fresh asparagus,” she said proudly. Lauren considered herself a good cook and had taken the afternoon off.