‘Fantastic I think we could talk a bit before we fuck, but fucking is what I am really interested it’, he hit the send button. He had no idea if t...ere would be a reply for he had come across similar replies over the period he had examined the dating world and then the woman, if it was a woman disappeared so if there was no reply it would not be surprising, however, while he was checking other mail a signal from that dating profile flash up, he opened the folder. ‘My name is Cathy, I would like. I heal a hell of a lot faster than the average guy. Now if you don't mind, I'm hungry and I want to know what has been going on here since the assassination attempt. Feed me and then tell me about what has been happening."Well they did feed me and I found myself to be ravenous. I ate a stack of oatcakes covered in freshly reduced apple compote, scrambled eggs and several slices of ham, home-fried potatoes, and several cups of honeyed tea. While I ate I got the low down on what had been. Spent four hours in back of freezing cab while sun passed overhead. First greeting me from the left, then by afternoon, warming up my right. Eyes fixed on street, waiting. Seems like I never get around the waiting. Crime novels have hero sitting with cup of coffee in stylish muscle car, outside of residence. Hero waits for signal. Hero waits for suspect. Hero jumps valiantly from car and finishes climactic battle with scum. Saves day. Took five pages. Read it in two minutes, tops. Life not like. Claire was sitting on the sofa. She looked haggard and upset."What–?" was all he managed to utter before she started in on him."You heartless, lying, cheating, bastard," she began, the tears wetting her cheeks anew. "How could you do that?" Do what?" he inquired, totally puzzled. This was not the welcome he needed; he was all in after an exhausting week."Don't give me that! You know what I'm talking about. Shagging your blonde bimbo," she snarled. "You fucking hypocrite, all that cant about how.