“Sorry, my head is a mess, it was a toss up, kill him or leave him, and I hear prison food is crap.”We climbed into the car, I kept quiet, Carol l...oked mad enough to kill me as a surrogate.I saw her start to relax as she took in the old sights, Carol had been a “Local” meaning born and raised in Portsmouth, and married Tom after meeting him at the base hop, not quite an Officer and a Gentleman story, but close enough for a Pompey tart.“You know you can stay as long as you want,” I. I took the reports that had arrived from Beth and climbed into bed. At five AM, I had one last report to look at. It was the weekly update from Freedom trucking. I was in bed with my wife, the one I had chosen to shack up with. Being married to the job meant sacrificing being with the women that I loved.I was trying to forget about April and stay out of the funk that I tended to fall into when I experienced these emotional situations. I usually would work all day and then, if needed, have a. Closing her hand over his, she moved it over her nipple, shivering at the sensation of his touch."I'll heal, Niko," she said."He should never have had the chance..." It's my own fault for not listening to you," she said as she laid her head on his shoulder.He pushed her back to gaze into her eyes. "Did he... ?" No. That's what Olaf saved me from. All he did was use the whip. After that, Olaf came in and stopped him." I should've been there to stop him." Niko pulled her close again. "I'll never. “Whatever,” I said. “Tell her I said hi.”“Who?” he actually had the cojones to look confused.“Her. You fuckin’ know who,” I said, turning to leave. At that moment he said something so staggering, so stupendously profound that it changed my whole world when I thought it out later. At the time he first said it, that night in our bedroom, it didn’t register. It was hours before it clicked. Before I realized what he’d meant.“It’s not a her,” he’d said, sounding puzzled, and turned back to the.