Three days before Christmas Eve there was an attack on one of the locks that made up the largest flight of locks at Caen Hill. Fortunately, the guards...were alert and challenged the approaching men. Shots were exchanged, but no damage was done to any of the locks, although a barrel of gunpowder, with a fuse attached, was left behind as the attackers fled the scene.My company was on high alert, but we had surmised the more important locks near Devizes would be the prime target. However, a day. I wonder if my traitorous ex had ever told her about me, I mean other than that she had a different bio-dad.At any rate, I was back on the street. Well, the good news was. I knew how to survive on it. The bad news was that I didn’t like what I knew. Back to day labor and shacking up wherever I could. Fuck! I didn’t even have a ticket to the hallway house this time around. I kinda coulda used that one, but it was what it was.A local food store owner, he was clearly the owner, was sweeping the. After a long day driving we would find a secluded spot off the road, brew up some tea and make some food from stuff we had bought along the way and then turn in for some good sex in the back of the van or if the weather was fine perhaps in the long grass nearby.That night, if I remember rightly would have probably followed very similar lines until later when we were rudely awoken with someone banging on the roof. I remember we had parked up in a gateway to some field, not blocking it and out of. No more sneaking around, no more jumping at theslightest noise and I won't have worry about getting the shit kickedout of me. With a girl on my arm, I won't have a worry and I canindulge my intimate inclinations. So of course.... I intend toblackmail you into becoming my steady. Well, at least, until I flythis berg to make myself famous. Who knows, maybe you will want tocome with me when I go," he said with a leer."Yo...you can....can't be serious? Pat...Patty said you were a niceguy. How.