" You do, you taught me a lot today. Right here," he pointed toward his flat. She pulled over and parked in a rare empty spot on the street. They were... bathed in an orangish halogen light."Look Josh, I'm not trying to pressure you. You're the best I've had in a long time... let me rephrase that. You are the best I've ever had from a young guy, period. I've slept with older men who were very good and all you need is experience. I'm laying all my cards on the table. I want you to move in with me.. " Mick Nyland was cut off with a punch to the stomach."Recruit Wren Nyland; if this bunch of scurvy riddled fuckwits are notturned out in Wren's number twos tomorrow I'll hold you personallyresponsible. I also want them wearing makeup and you better findsomething to make wigs out of cause if you don't look like proper WrensI'm going to bring out my cane!" Spike shouted into Michael Nyland'sface."Ok; we're locking you grommets in here and will see you tomorrowdressed as required thirty minutes. My view is blurred from the tears that start to well in my eyes. She glances back and smiles. She pulls me close and tells me it will be alright, and not to ruin my make-up with tears. She kisses me lightly on the cheek and leads me deeper into the building.I feel the music throbbing in the air long before I can hear it. She leads me along the outside of the club, smiling as she looks out over the crowds. I don't look. I keep my eyes focused on the small of her back, keep my attention on where. Fortunately I had a small supply of clean pressed shirts and slacks to use for work. It was my first night back, six p.m. or so when the bartender said I had a personal call. I stood there at the drink station and answered the phone. It was my Mother-In-Law Darlene. She told me that they had just heard from Melody about the split. She was so upset with her daughter over this and asked how I was doing. I said I was okay and back at work for the first time in several days. She asked when I.