Deirdre got a royal husband and built in family. MI6 got me out of the British defense industry. Mossad got me out of their defense. And I got free of...the pressure and obligations that tied me down and kept me from moving on with my life as Terry Wellington.The truth was clear. They had all played me, and I let it happen.The down and dirty truth was just a bit different - I was very happy with the outcome.Shortly after Deirdre left for her wedding cruise, London society decided that I was to be. Her daughter’s look said it all for both of them.“I wish Dad would stop being sad all the time,” said a slightly irritated Jenna.“Dear, your Uncle David, was hurt pretty badly by everything that’s happened. We need you to be extra nice to him, make him feel like he’s still a part of the family, a big part,” said Stacey.“Momma, please stop calling Dad, uncle. Okay?” said Jenna. “He’s my daddy too. Just like Daddy Ron.”“Honey, I know what you’re saying. But, well, Daddy Ron, deserves to have that. What have you got going on in here that’s so important anyway?’ ‘I told Jack I’d clear out the west end of the barn before the storm tonight. Supposed to do it last night, but didn’t get around to it,’ he sounded as if he were making up an excuse. Romero chuckled. ‘Yeah I bet you didn’t. Heard you were too busy almost murdering Jimmy. What’d he do now?’ ‘Nothing,’ Tripp said quickly in a hard tone that expressed his desire to move on to a different subject. I remembered what Lucy had told me. There will be many pretty girls and they even serve beer' she said. Not being averse to meeting pretty girls I agreed.On Saturday I escorted her to the party.The party was held in the college gymnasium. There was lots of seating space, a space to dance and a make shift bar.Cassie introduced me to many girls and boys saying, 'This is my friend Sahebji. He is an artist'. One girl, Asha wanted me to draw her picture. I tried to get out of it but others also insisted. Then one boy, Pappu said.