His extra riding boots and regular army boots were under his bed. Instead of a fireplace, he had a small potbelly stove that kept the room warm enough...in the cold weather.The stove was a fairly new innovation to Westford. Still, the Army had bought a number of them, and had had them shipped and placed in Officer's Quarters in the colder climate areas of the kingdom. It seemed sensible to Dev.He sat in one of his two chairs and thought about one of his problems that he was going to have to deal. He reached for her with one arm and drew her close, ignoring the curious looks from the other people in the suite. Hilary blushed under his gaze but moved closer as he drew her into his embrace. ‘You don’t agree with me?’ he asked her, putting his lips very close to her ear. God, she smells fantastic tonight, he thought and breathed in her rich, feminine scent. He felt her shudder against his body and smiled. ‘I think… I’m just not used to… being labeled that way,’ she murmured, hesitating over. Then I heard my father-in-law talking – couldn’t make out what he was saying at first – then I heard him say “you’re a better cocksucker than your mother” – wholly shit – I was being cucked by my father-in-law. I got light headed and sat down on the floor at my father-in-law’s master bedroom door. For the next 3 minutes I listened as my father-in-law got a blow job from my wife – his daughter. I heard him call my wife, his daughter, cocksucker – cunt – whore – and more. Then I heard him say. More like weaving, really, shambling forward with a side-to-side kind of gait. Dana wondered if perhaps this person was also meetingthe same guy as CeCe. He resumed humming. "Here Comes the Sun" now, alittle ironic he supposed, since the sun had set a couple hours ago.But the figure did not enter the apartment building. He, (for the figurewas a man in a ratty tank-top,) walked right up to Dana and waved aknife in his face. "Gimme the bag, bitch. Now." His breath was the stalestench of malt.