I ripped both the letter and the envelope in two and then threw them in the bin; covering them under some other rubbish, out of sight from the wife.No...e of my friends mentioned anything when we were drinking in the pub that evening. Nothing was mentioned by any of my colleagues during work the following day, despite me staring at one or two of the most obvious candidates to see if they would reveal anything.That evening, when I arrived home, I picked up the usual junk letters and was about to. Chloe: No, it’s not that far away. It’s cheaper this way I think.Me: Hahaha! Might be.We boarded the bus and took off. And here we go. People sleeping, looking out the window. I was expecting a party or something. There only a few people here, everyone else is upstairs. I don’t know where they got a double-decker bus from. The only place you see this kind of bus is in England.But then again, I saw some in my life so they probably aren’t that rare.Chloe: What are you thinking about?Me: I was. Her cries bounced across my living room, her nails raking into my chest. I was barely holding onto the edge. Every ounce of my self discipline holding on by its fingernails to keep me from spilling my seed into her. A voice in the back of my head told me it wouldn’t be such a bad thing. My back arched out like I had been shocked. I was going to be pulled over the edge, and I didn’t care…And then suddenly she was sliding away from me, her mouth closing around me like a vacuum. My hands tangled. She pulled Richard aside."I have news."He invited her to continue."It's not one hundred percent, but we're pretty sure Fuki caught. I'll call you when we're positive, but I think you did it."Richard smiled. "Really?" Really. Sure as could be at this stage."He enfolded her with a hug. "Thank you."She sank into his embrace. "You're welcome. I'll leave it to you to discuss with your wife, and family." Will do." Here." She held out a card."What's this?" He took it."My personal contact info. My.