He must have changed the bags while she overslept.Indeed, Aisha realized, it was the smell of fresh coffee that woke her up, otherwise she would still...be asleep. She approached Manu, with her eyes downcast, humbly apologized for her tardiness and begged to be punished for it."It is not for oversleeping that I shall punish you," Manu's angry words did not match his calm demeanor. "You disobeyed me last night."She fell to her knees tears exploding from her face and kissed his feet, "Yes, master;. "I know daddy John, oops, here's mummy." Then a faint "It's for you . . ." as the phone was handed to Janet. "Hello? Who's that?" Janet asked cautiously."Hello Janet, I take it you didn't ask Tania to phone." I said, dropping Tania into trouble immediately."Hello John - no I didn't. However, she did miss you today, so I suppose I should not be too angry with her. You sound tired." It was a quick change of subject . . . but then I suppose it did echo in my voice. "Oh just some added fun and. Horace admired the material. ‘Nice slack’s, Marty. What is it, Italian?’ ‘Armani.’ Horace nodded, impressed. ‘I’d keep ’em, I was you.’ ‘Naw, I got three inches more in the waist now then back then.’ Back in the day, Marty had lived large. He stole cars, hijacked trucks, and robbed high stake poker games, and payrolls. Flush with cash, he hovered up cocaine for breakfast and Maker’s Mark for lunch, so jittery from dope and hung over from booze he seldom bothered to eat. He had gained thirty. If he listened to the voice mails he might be tempted to turn around, hell he had been tempted to turn around for about forty five miles now. The further away he got the less his temptation got the best of him, if he went back he was endangering her life sure he would be with her but it wasn't worth the risk. He couldn't lose someone else he loved, he had given in years ago and it had cost him his families life. He could still hear his wife screaming as she fought to protect Arabella their.