If it’s not them phoning to try and get me to put out just one more time for them, it’s me phoning them when I’m really pissed to cry about not ...eing with them. They’re the absolute pits! There should be a law that says when you split up, your ex has to move at least 50 miles away from you.”“My ex went ten thousand miles away,” I remarked.‘Honesty? That’s new.’The voice could get really nasty at times.To show how honest I could be, I continued, “And he’s actually my ex-husband. He went to live. All she could do was bear it. It was 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and the mercury stood at 97 degrees, but the humidity made it far worse. Ashley was sweating profusely, only partly from the exertion of carrying the groceries in from the car. On days like today, sweating did no good at all, since there was no room in the air for any of it to evaporate away. Instead, her drenched tank top and sports bra clung to her uncomfortably. She contemplated the misery of the conditions for only a moment. 'He wants me to think this place is his?'"I needed a rope," she stated flatly."What fer?" he said."To hang somebody!" she declared. "What do you care? I have to go to the bathroom! Lemme loose!" Béla angrily glared at her abductor more steadily now as her eyes got used to the light."At least untie my feet," she pleaded, "before I pee all over myself."She leaned back against the wall, raising her feet a few inches off the floor. Then, straightening her legs, she raised her feet up near his belt. 00 pm, that evening, when Tony pulled into the parking area of the Dog and Partridge public house. He had difficulty finding a place to park his car, the pub was so busy. He had been asked specifically to call and see the landlord Mickey Cameron, although Tony used the pub very occasionally he did not know him that well. He had no idea what he wanted, but there was no harm in meeting him to find out.Entering the public bar, Tony saw several familiar faces, and in particular Paddy Mansell his.