But Rod is locked up, and now and he’s being hit for 90,000 pesos for bail. He’s lived here for years, he’s married with a Filipino wife, he’s... well connected, but it counts for nothing with these fuckers. One anonymous email and they can wrap him up in red tape. He’s in jail, and his daughter is taken away by Welfare. They’ll even lock up a four-year-old kid to get some leverage. His wife is trying to raise the bail on security of his properties. But fuck knows how much he’ll need to pay to. As he went to refill his glass he both heard and saw the rain beating down hard against the lounge window. On the opposite side of the room the open log fire was blazing merrily away in the hearth. Though winter had been milder than usual this year today had turned cold. With the cold had come rain. Tonight was particular filthy and Vishal was just pleased he had no need to go out.He’d just refilled his glass and had just set another log in the hearth when the sound of the doorbell caused him. You may ask your father to join us. That will show him he isn't boss all the time." She smiled as she said this so I knew she wasn't really upset. We strolled along to her house and I washed up as Ashley set out paper plates and pulled the local KFC's cuisine out of the microwave.Two o'clock sharp, Ashley's doorbell chimed. The museum curator was a balding, glasses wearing individual with a ready smile. "Mrs. Winslip, I am Walter Gainsborough and you contacted me about some paintings. One you. Maybe she could sleep with Jimmy and then if she found out she was pregnant she wouldn't really be sure whose it was and it would be easier to take. Her mind was cluttered with every thought from running away, killing herself, perhaps an abortion... but then she wasn't really sure yet, it may just be her nerves, after all, it was a shock to her complete system and maybe this was the problem.Each day seemed to drag by, but finally the term was over and she would be free for the summer. She had.