" churned out in American crime TV series. Eventually he managed to say, "You shouldn't blame yourself."Eric looked up to him from the floor, his face...flushed with anger."Blame myself? Why would you think I would do that? I blame that fucking cunt and that fucking slag I married. Blaming myself doesn't come into it. To be honest, in a way I am glad, but that don't mean I am not sorry, for fucks sake I loved the bitch for long enough."Grey studied him and reaching into his jacket passed over his. I refuse to chop up the open land I have left into quarter acre plots and make this place another Atlanta. If you keep the price higher to live here, the garbage stays out. Understand?” I nodded.“And if I understand your situation correctly, your husband will have no job by this time next week, correct?”I nodded again.“And without my land you will have nowhere to live, correct?”I turned to look at him. The question was in my eyes. I know I wanted this so badly, for me, Mike, our future. "Number One, step forward, or we'll come and find you."A woman near the front staggered forward.The clipped alto of the dangerous female rang out. "Number One is in Group A."Number Two came forward more readily, when her name was called. She was placed in Group B.They went down the list, dividing the captives into two groups. Most went to "A". Only a third were put in "B".When Number Seven was called, Angela whispered, "that's me. Wish me luck."The pharmacist staggered forward, accidentally. He would, in time, come to forgive her, for he knew Eric's power with women and Lana was a women, just as susceptible to his masculine charms as any other. It was Eric he would never forgive. Eric's jaw still ached occasionally where Kevin had punched him, swearing that one day Eric would receive in full measure what he had coming.To hell with him, thought Eric. It had been worth the punch to get into Lana's pants. She had been a tight little screw and he had loved the way she whined.