Her head jerked back. “Huh?” she said.“I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t hurt you. I know I shouldn’t have done that, but...”“Gee, Bob, light...n up. It was just some paint,” she said, her eyes wide.Now it was my turn. “Huh?” I said.You didn’t hurt me. It was just some paint. We got it all off. It’s no big deal, okay Bob? Please, I need to talk to you about something important.”She thought I was talking about spilling paint on her. But how could that be? That was just a silly accident. That wasn’t the. Working for Hugh and then the SOE Josh risked his life more times than anyone would have thought possible and still keep on surviving against the odds. During the war all he wanted was for it to just fucking end, but when it did he felt like his life and true vocation had also ended. Not knowing what direction to take after spending so many years on the very edge of life and death itself he was a lost soul swimming in the dregs of a whiskey bottle, or any bottle of booze he could get, not. They come home early in the morning she is obviously fucking around." She spat."Your talking about your mother. I don't like the theatre. " I replied nonchalantly. I couldn't say her mother and I had an arrangement. I had fucked her and Luna for a few years after the boys mother had died. In need of a mother for the boys had chosen to marry Ali. Not a wise decision. My secretary now looked after my sexual needs for a monthly bonus. "Tell me about you internet business" I asked trying to change. I’d peeked into Cathy’s bedroom a few times seen her partially undressed and watched on one occasion when she tried to get Bill her husband to perform, but he’d come home drunk as usual and was in no state to service her. She obviously needed a good fucking and I was trying to find a way of giving it to her. One day my wife went out early and asked me to pick up some stuff from Cathy sometime that day. I’d seen Bill and Emma go out so thought I’d knock early in the hope she might not be.