That admission would cost Kyle dearly. "Jill is mine, Kyle. I will never divorce her. I will never, under any circumstances, let her belong to any man...but me. Let me repeat what I said. Jill is mine. Forever. Do you understand?" Yes, but..." Do you have anything to say, Jill?" I asked."Kyle, I'd never leave Paul. Not for you. Not for anyone."Kyle nodded. Jill and I didn't speak. We let Kyle's emotions build like a kettle under too much pressure. Finally, he exploded in a string of gibberish. Eventually after a few hours I noticed it was just myself, and the man behind me. When we made our rest stop I went into the cafe and got myself a coffee, and some soup. When I tried to pay I only had my debt, but theirs was down, the older man from the bus was behind me and offered to pay for my meal. I thanked him and he told me I was more than welcome.We boarded the bus just after the sun had set. It was dark on the bus. I put in my ear buds for a while and tuned out. After an hour the. The usual. I’m thankful for my life, but it’s not terribly exciting. My husband is a good enough guy, but one who likes to stay in, watch car shows on TV, and lacks a certain assertiveness. Watching a dirty-ish movie is as far as he goes. My younger years were filled with plenty of bad boys- the ones with charm, wit, and arrogance. Maybe you can’t make a life with that, but it was certainly a fun way to spend some time.While scrolling through my email I noticed that there was one from the town. It was somewhere in the middle of World War IV. World War III was the war between the NATO alliance against Russia, Iran and the Islamic world. The consequences were disastrous. Unlike after the end pf World War II, where only Europe was in ruins, leaving the USA and USSR to pick up the pieces, after World War III, the first world nations were completely down.Raypoz, a Kazakhstan general, decided to pick up the pieces. By uniting what is left of the Central Asian armies, his unified Turkish.