They were a full four minutes behind us." Why was I not woken? You know my orders." Yes, Sir. Your orders are that you are to be woken at the slightes... emergency. I did not consider setting sail constituted an emergency in any sense of the word." Yes, well, next time wake me before we set sail to anywhere."Charles gave an exaggerated salute, "Aye, aye, Sir." And stop taking the piss with your bad imitation of a comic opera sailor."Both men smiled at each other with the trust that comes from. I seriously doubted Mandy would ever have the courage to tell her husband the truth.Since the day I'd met Mandy for lunch and a sex session afterward and found that she was knocked up, we'd resumed our regular sexual liaisons and secretly fucked behind Mandy's husband's back. What he didn't know (and there was a lot by that point) would hurt him was my thoughts. Here he'd fucked around -- only not in the literal sense -- and I'd knocked his sexy blonde wife up with my child instead of his. I. 30 I had done a lot of housework and was thinking about going to bed to wait for her. The phone rang and I rushed to answer it; it was Julie. She was going to be home in about 10 minutes; she didn't sound tipsy or drunk. She asked me to run a bath for her and to have a glass of wine ready for her. I did as I was asked. I felt quite relieved that my father wasn't coming back. I started running the bath and added her favourite bubble bath. Then went and poured her a glass of white wine and took. She knew he would swear in front of/with Sean; his father’s Irish background almost made it mandatory to be able to curse like sailor but at the same time neither would utter a profanity in front of a woman (at least not in public she thought and quashed that thought-train instantly).Michael sat there, his eyes pleading with her as his fists clenched and unclenched on his thighs. She let her eyes cast across the wounds from his first fight at school. The nurse within her figured the discoloured.