‘I wonder if we’re related?’ she asked. ‘How so?’ ‘Fiona Aileen Alexander, great granddaughter of Robert Allen McGregor of Kilmarnock, Sco...land.’ ‘Not too likely,’ I said, idly stroking a breast. ‘Gordon Hamish Andrews, my grandfather, was from Aberdeen. That’s some distance away.’ ‘Well, we’ve both got oatmeal in our blood, so maybe that’s why we’re so compatible.’ ‘I was always told it was scotch whiskey,’ I murmured, ‘but I was young and believed everything my parents told me.’ ‘Do you have. .. In spades.New Year’s toasts and togetherness, as well as some voracious lovemaking, started the year off on the right foot. The project delivered its first test platform just after New Year’s Day and was a resounding success. The future for Martin Industries was bright.Back to flight school I went, in mid-January. Dad flew me down, and I did without a car for the last couple months. It wasn’t that big of a deal. I bought a cheap bike at the Base Exchange and walked a lot. There was a reason.. ”“You come off less as an honest negotiator and more like obvious bait. I mean, you’re strong, but I’m sure they know could get away from you. They’re going to think someone else is lying in wait.”“Oi.”“You’re intimidating, but you aren’t that fast. Now, if I’m the one standing beside you, they know that we can handle them if things go sour. There is no need for traps or keeping others in hiding.”“Oi, don’t call me slow.”“I say it with all the love and respect in the world.” She strolled over. I leaned up to kiss him when I heard someone yell behind him. ‘Oh god,’ I panicked when seeing Darrel-Mr. Atkins standing in the open stall. His eyes were wide and fixed on me as Jonathan quickly pulled his jeans up. ‘Get the fuck out of here!’ Jonathan roared, lunging at his brother with his jeans half way up his thigh. I pulled my shirt down and struggled to pull up my panties. ‘You fucking perv!’ he screamed. ‘You may be my brother, but you don’t get special treatment.’ ‘Like I said,.