March 16th he thought. Nine months before would mean she conceived in June. They were together since mid-June. Could it be his baby? Was Allie having ...is baby and she wasn’t going to tell him? Rage started to boil inside him, and he walked up to stand right behind her, waiting for her to turn around. The cashier stopped speaking, almost as if she was afraid to continue on. She knew Nic, knew that he and Allie used to frequent the dinner, and right now he didn’t look happy. Allie wondered why. I realised Professor Valentine Crudwright was now doing what he really enjoyed. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, he held a trowel in his hand, while all about him teams of labourers dug trenches and wheeled away spoil in creaking Egyptian wheel barrows. He still wore woollen trousers and jacket as if on a dig in England, and under his broad brimmed hat the sweat ran down his fleshy face in rivulets.Several trenches had been driven across the area where I had spotted the pile of rocks. Clearing. From the note left in their honeymoon suite he knew she had been taken as a revenge matter by Kâtip al-Baghdadi, whom he had swindled. That being so he was convinced they had not killed her. If killing were intended her body would have been left in the hotel suite, after she had been ravaged and disfigured, naturally, but the body would have been there. Most likely Kâtip al-Baghdadi had had her taken to him to be enjoyed sexually as an act of revenge, or possibly to be trained and used in one. 'You owe me a new vibrator, daddy', I mock scolded, as I sat beside his nude body, my eyes lingering on his flaccid cock.'Why don't you fuck me', I asked him with a hint of forlorn?'You're my daughter', he answered with genuine concern, 'But you stick it into my mouth', I countered, he looked puzzled, unable to discern the two holes and what each represented.I shook my head and bent forward to kiss his mouth, I was relaxed and smiling as out lips touched, and then crushed together, I always.