They caught him at the end of the day, Jamal a 6’6’’ center called to him. He stopped “what’s up guys”? “Her Bill who are those pictures...of because Wilson and I want to fuck her brains out”. Bill looked at them “really how much do you think I’ll charge you”? Jamal thought about it for a minute “I’d go 100 and I’m sure Stan (Wilsons name) would go for the same”.Bill smiled ok come by my house later we’ll shoot some hoops and we’ll work on it”.Both guys got there at 4, Bill was out front, so he. So as a way of saying thank you whatever you order is on the house."Vikki ordered a latté and a salad sandwich while I ordered a long black and one of their homemade Anzac biscuits."So," I said after Ian had brought over our order, "tell me all about this Saturday adventure of yours." I think it'll be easier if I tell to you the way I told it to my parents, plus it'll also give you an idea of what you can expect tonight. So anyway I..."So how was work Peaches?" asked her father.Vikki who was. Twenty storeys were all they’d built so far, so it had to be enough. She knew twenty storeys would be enough to destroy the fucking bitch.Her hands were scraped up a little and her knees covered in dirt from when she’d pushed her prey off the edge.Her hands were a little scraped up, a little blood dried up in the dirt they’d collected from the floor. The same dirt now on the knees of her jeans. A sign of the close call she’d just had.She had thought that she’d be going over the edge with her. , please don’t run away,” she begged him. “I don’t want to see you hurt.”He simply looked away from her as he balled his hands into fists to relax them again. He was fidgeting and looking at the wall ignoring her.“Husband ... what is wrong?” she asked him.“What do you think?” he asked, frustrated.“I don’t know ... tell me what is wrong.”“You knew all this, didn’t you?”“Knew what?”“Was all of it arranged?” he asked her as he turned to look at his wife.“What was arranged?”“Us? Our history.