“Tell me something, does the weather effect your leg?”“Sometimes, but I can’t go by the weather forecast,” he explained.“Yeah I have to ge... into my early morning walk, to decide what my work day will include,” I admitted.“Multitasking is something I’ve gotten to be a master at. Not to mention routines. Every thing from making a cup of coffee at home, to washing the car has to be done a certain way,” Gray agreed.I bet running is a bitch. I’m sure it seems that people who don’t even know about. Let's head home." We're not going to talk with the salesmen here?" Not today." So we're not going to be buying a car today?" We'll tell them we'll sleep on it overnight. That's what Mom recommended. They want to push us forward as fast as possible, so taking it slowly disrupts their game plan."In the car, Julia's phone rang. She checked the call was from the only salesman we were dealing with, then let it ring until voicemail picked it up.Ten minutes later she checked her messages. "He wants me. James watched Becca shower and dress in the clothes he had left her and then returned to the main room in the basement where he waited for Becca to enter."You are three minutes late." James informed Becca, fully aware that she had no way of telling the time due to the absence of clocks in the basement. He simply wished for the sadistic pleasure of cracking a leather strap across Becca's nether cheeks.James continued. "Let me see if those promises you made earlier can be kept. I want you to pull. Tamara rolled her eyes, “Oh god! How could they even think of such a thing?” “Maybe they thought that we would work well together.” “No, we won’t work well together.” Tamara said. “Because we slept together?” he asked with a smirk. “Yes! I mean, no, it’s not just because we slept together. We’re just too different. You do things your way and I do things the right way.” she pointed out. “You didn’t seem to mind the way I did things the other night.” Kent grinned. Tamara couldn’t control her.