”“You won’t ever have to fire me, Chef,” Marina said, with the fervent conviction of an oath, as she slipped into the car behind me.I stayed i... the middle of the seat, so that Marina was obliged to squeeze herself in next to me, though she didn’t seem to mind. As the driver closed the door, I leaned over her and slipped my hand into her jacket, cupping her soft, perky breast.“And why is that so important to you?” I asked, slowly squeezing her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. “What. They needed to get Lyla safe ad keep her quiet until it suited them to expose her to the press. They needed, Michael knew, to take control of the narrative. Sitting in his car, anonymous jazz on the radio, he thought about Matt. He regularly received jaunty texts and emails from his young brother, apparently because he was part of a group mailing list to which Matt saw fit to send the latest smutty link or joke he’d heard at work. He rarely liked the jokes, many of which were racist or sexist,. Rachel heard me enter and shouted out, ‘Steve, get out of here, we haven’t got time for this today’. Rachel poked her head out of the shower, her hair all wet and looked at me waiting for me to answer. ‘Don’t look at me that way darling, I love you so much and seeing you like that, makes me lose control’ and I began making my way into the shower. Rachel stood staring, watching me move towards the cubicle still totally naked. I reached her and slowly started to pull open the door. Rachel moved. ”“Oh jeez, Jenny. I’m so sorry! I know that I’m a stranger, but I wish I could do something to help,” I said as I rubbed her arm, making sure that I felt her soft blonde hair as well.“You’re nice to want to help. Just talking about it helps.”She’d stopped crying, so I ran my fingers down through her hair and said, “You’re very beautiful, Jenny. I just can’t imagine any man being unfaithful to you.”Jenny looked at me and managed a nice smile. “You’re sweet to say that, Bill. I’m glad you were.