”“But it’s chucking it down! Look at me – I’m soaked already.”“Didn’t you read the weather forecast? They said there were going to be ...hort, thundery rainstorms today. Like this one.”“But it’s baking hot,” I moaned. “It’s the middle of bloody August. How is it raining?”“That’s just when you do get short, thundery rainstorms. It’s because of that unusually high pressure front coming in from the Atlantic. If you’d watched the weather last night instead of arsing around on Twitter, you’d know.”“I. Her foot became heavy on the accelerator and what had been a crisscrossing and backtracking route became a straight line to the motel. Unknowingly she also made it much easier for Kevin to follow."Like what you see?" she teased, turning to show him the outfit and her curvaceous body."I'll say," he laughed pulling her to him and kissing her deeply.Richard closed the motel door, but not without glancing around the parking lot first. Kevin had pulled over and parked across the street arousing no. I was never meant to lead anything in my life. My father was a great king with five strapping sons already vying for a claim in a peaceful kingdom. The trouble began when my father married my mother, a woman that many saw as a whore and a temptress. He was so much in love with his second wife that he was blind to the hatred that was already brewing in his brother’s soul. I was born from that union, the only child before the war began and times got hard. As my family died, I rose from ashes with. ”“Well, if your Mother lets me go into the office for just a bit tomorrow, I could write those checks?”“Don’t blame me John Armstrong, you’re who skipped out on me today,” Mom said with a bit of attitude.“Your son and I made the company some money today, Joy Armstrong,” Dad said in return. I saw them smile at one another.“Dad, Nancy Evans mentioned that she had a boyfriend many years back named Vic Armstrong – any relation to us?” I asked.“Well, my Dad was one of three brothers; one of them was.