”“Oh crap!” I said as my brain caught up with my nose. I walked out of the storeroom and into the seating area. I flicked my fingers at the fire...place, and it roared into life. I plopped down onto the plush lounge to sulk.Mica sat in front of me on a low table. “Why are you pissed off? You told me I’d be your wife?” she said crankily.“I will not take you by force,” I said mulishly.“I’ll probably not stop you know,” she said. I guessed by her look that she wasn’t sure if I wanted to be here with. I gave her a quick kiss but I had to get up and go; a three day conference one hundred miles away awaited me. As she started to stir she said, “Don’t you go wanking yourself off whilst away, we don’t want you to waste your spunk; save it up for me and I’ll give you a treat over the weekend.” So, I was away at the conference. I couldn’t concentrate, my mind kept returning to the thought of what Lynne might have in store for me. My cock was really hard each evening and it was so difficult not to. “Fuck,” I swore aloud over my throat mic. “Did you guys see that?”Burton and Kim came back saying they had. There’d been no explosion of ammunition from the point defence weapon. There should have been if it had been charged and ready to be used. More and more I was getting the impression that once again something had gone wrong for Winslow, and as always it looked like it was going to benefit us once again.My suspicions weren’t entirely correct however. The next mortar bomb that fell set off a. One day, I was walking down the street, she came to me and asked if I could lend her my mobile to make a phone call, as her mobile charge drained and there was a power cut. I gave her my mobile and she spoke to her husband. She thanked me and went back to home. Two days later, I got a WhatsApp text from her.She told thanks for the timely help, both the time. I told it’s okay and then tried building the conversation. Then, every day we started texting, simply chatting with useless stuff. Then we.