As he stood there gazing at the kettle he groaned again; it was the recollection of his week-end misbehaviour at Winthrop’s; with Anita and Sybil’... sister-in-law Jane! How had Jane become involved in this affair for Christ sake! He knew of course; it all revolved around Winthrop Morgan.It was 8am as Jane Anderson gave her husband Jake a cheery wave as he drove off to work in his van.Things had been surprisingly sweet between them over the weekend considering the extra-marital activities they’d. “Can I think about it?”I nodded. “If you take any of the jobs at Donington, there’s a flat you could use in the old coach house behind the hall. It might need some work, but it’s supposed to be alright.”“I wouldn’t know anyone up there”, he stated, flatly.“You didn’t know anyone at the garage either until you started. You’d be okay. And Pete might be going to Sheffield Uni, which is only an hour up the motorway.”“Could I come back to visit?”Was he really dense enough to think I’d let him. It was a way back into the good graces of the brass and suits above. This kind of collar made careers. The asset forfeitures alone would net the government millions if his estate was any indication. But more than that, the joy of getting a really slimy guy like Flaherty behind bars was too much of a draw.It might be a trick. They might get there and find nothing and the girl might not even be pregnant. On the other hand, this was exactly the way guys like this screwed up. Arrogance leads to. They knew what I’d been thinking. They knew me from deep inside. They read me the fucking riot act for over forty minutes. They knew how I’d been thinking about each of them and Jenny and Deb and everybody. I got asked whether I wanted this job or whether I just wanted a piece of ass and notches on my bed posts.“The two of them asked whether I was up for changing who I was and how I thought about women. I told them my background and how I wanted to change, but that I didn’t know whether I.