But why did you pick me?" It's really quite simple," he began, and as they walked together out the hatch and down the stairs, a closed-circuit camera ...oomed in on them from the corner of the hanger."Who's the cunt talking to the 'Sidewinder'?" asked Duran, watching the closed-circuit monitor at the other end of the remote feed."That's His Majesty's new toy. Some underpants-model from New York," replied Selvaski, Duran's fellow Academi employee. They both worked for the private security. When I found out that Betty Mae and Raylene had offered to fuck you ... well I know you. I figured you’d left the family behind.”“Mick, I don’t agree with you and Rory trading off wives. I’m happy as can be that you have mostly stopped. But regardless of that, we made an agreement, all of us, and I don’t go back on my word. Out on my pack mule, I have a small pouch of gold for each of you. I think each one weighs about four pounds, but we can check that at the assayer’s and makes sure the split. At around 10:00 I got a call that she was catching a ride with her friend Sheila. This was in the middle of summer and an extremely hot night. My wife wore a short cotton sundress that she normally wears as a beach cover up and sandals. I always wait up for my wife when she is out and was expecting her around 11:00. She didn’t get home until about 12:30. Our garage is a two car under, which means that when I look out the f****y room I look down into our driveway. When my wife got home, I. A suicide attempt by her crossed my mind, but somehow I knew she was too tough for that. Still, I wondered if I was correctly reading all the signals she was sending me.By the time the food arrived, she had showered and was sitting on the couch in a pretty blouse and a skirt which came to about three inches above her knee. Dinner was a strange affair. Conversation attempts fell flat. We both ate a reasonable meal, however, with a bottle of wine to wash it down. The tension, so thick you could.