Eventually he asked me whether I was going to let him in at some stage or just gape there. Gathering my wits about me, I nodded and let him in. Final...y, my brain started working and I offered him a drink. He asked for a scotch and a poured myself a double, although I could be pretty sure it was a triple vodka and orange. Sitting down beside me on the sofa, he proceeded to explain all about life insurance. LIFE INSURANCE????? I mean wtf right? Who on earth can concentrate with Adonis there.. "You sound like quite a catch," she smiled. "Are you are involved with anyone?"Now it was my turn to laugh when I explained, "No, I have been too busy with my business. When my wife left me I was a poor, struggling insurance agent. She got a five-year-old Ford, a small two-bedroom house with a big mortgage and no alimony. No kids, hence no child support. It was about the best thing she ever did for me. With no one to answer to I took a few flyers and now my investments will bring me enough to. Noah had fallen to sleep the night before wearing a pair of black boxers so he didn’t bother grabbing any clothes before he slipped out of his bedroom and made his way down the hall toward the bathroom. It was Monday so both of his parents should be at work. Only he and his sister would be home for most of the day and he doubted that his sister was going to stare at him in his boxers. Even if she did, what did he care? No knew that his sister was attractive and he’d been guilty of getting hard. .." She ran her hands through her red-tinged mop of black hair. "The rest is the 'regular guy' stuff?" I guess." Are you dangerous? To me, I mean. I can guess that you're dangerous when you want to be. When you're hallucinating – do you hurt people? Or do weird things?" No. I don't recall anybody complaining ... I'm just kinda out of it. Reliving things that happened over there. And especially the explosion." Hold it," Arti said, putting up a palm as if to physically stop me. "You mean you're.