" Gavin urged them, following in behind, and pulling a second door closed, blocking off the stone stairs. He urged them on in silence, slipping easily...past them to take the lead, before the second — last — flight ended."Where does this go?" Caerys pitched her voice in a whisper, but Gavin still spun round as though he were going to snap at her."It runs under the edge of the velodrome, and opens out somewhere near the Lac Minimes." He explained, knowing full well it wouldn't mean anything to. I decided to go to my dad’s place with my son. My sister and her husband also live there. We packed and went. I wanted to have a private conversation with my dad.Me: Why are you doing this to me?He: Please marry him, he will give you 50k per monthMe: Am I a whore?He: Mind your wordsMe: He says that he will fuck me till I give birth to 5 childrenHe: My dear, this is his first marriage, he is excited.Me: What about Vicky? What will he think about me?He: Leave him with usMe: No never a dad. He is. .. no, let me rephrase that... the promotion is mine already. That's why I was away for the first two days. Do you know how I got that promotion?" he asked, squinting at me and looking, expecting me to know the answer. I simply shook my head. I wanted to hear him say it."Your numbers got me there. You accounted for 50% of my entire eleven man team... all of your peers combined do what you do! That's phenominal!" Is that why you're banging my wife now?" I shot back. He could flatter me. There were a few of the common cat calls – all of which she’d heard before and learned to ignore. She wasn’t completely unattractive for her age. Thicker around the middle than she liked but you don’t get to engage in a lot of foot chases as a prison guard – at least you hope you don’t get many opportunities like that. Besides, as her doctor told her at her last physical – tact not being his forte – she was ‘at that age’. Boy, if a man ever needed a good pistol whipping – he would be the first.