"Rule Number One of being a copper - always think on yourfeet." Have you had anything to do with..." It was hard to say my name in thecontext of anoth...er. "Evan?" Can I be honest, pet? What a piece of shit. Don't know what you saw inhim. You know what, I probably shouldn't say this, but you need somespace to get yourself back together. That bastard Evan, excuse myFrench, you don't need him." She patted my knee again. "Shits. Both ofthem. God only knows what he was thinking off; called Kennedy. But I told him that there would be no guarantee that she might concive a boy baby, but he said he was ready to take that chance and I asked him whether his wife would agree to it?? He said she will understand the situation but still I was not fully convinced and as I was walking to my room, the landlord kept folding his hands and also went to catch my legs but I stopped him and went to my room and locked the door, I was shocked that what just happened and washed my face and after half an hour I. “It’s not a question of want, Cheryl. We don’t have a place.” “I’m willing to go to your place,” she stated firmly. “Not a good idea,” I told her. “It’s kind of a dump. Not a good neighborhood.” “Let’s go to the park first,” she demanded. I took her arm in mine and we crossed the crowded street and eventually made our way to the small park we had claimed as our haunt. “You’re going to have to move,” Cheryl stated. “Am I?” I chuckled. “We certainly can’t go to my place,” she reasoned. “It never. Good grief I’m getting old.Once on my back and iPad on my bosom, the emptiness of the bed confirmed my young wife once again stayed up far too late watching Criminal Minds. Can’t stand much of the show myself. Somehow it is too much of a mind fuck. Considering my sexual tastes and fantasies, perhaps I just don’t like the reminder that I am as much of a freak as I am.For once I didn’t jump on BDSMLR right away but checked out my Trillian account. That’s where I found her, my pursuer, my big bad.