So I'm not going to allow even partial custody."The only thing decent about you is your little tongue. If you want to come home and eat Mike's fresh c...um out of my pussy for old time's sake, I'll consider giving you unofficial visitation. If not, well they got SHORTchanged by having your DNA but I won't let them be polluted by your tiny ambition."I'm not dumb. I knew Cathy had married me for where she thought I would take her, but I never saw this coming. I think the reason I didn't react as she. "At my house I usually go around in my underwear all day." She began unbuttoning her blouse."Stop that!" Allison scolded, swatting her hand."She really is like Meg," Alya laughed."Jeff, would you be a dear and go get my luggage out of my car?" asked Rachael. "I'm exhausted after that long drive." Sure," he smiled."I'll help," offered Greg. They headed outside to the car, and between the two of them they carried her bags into the house, setting them down in the great hall. Jeff was almost. She pulled alongside him, and he leaned down to speak through her window.“Did you know your rear left tyre is getting flat?” he asked.“Crap. I’m late as it is,” she cursed. Detouring to a garage would derail her whole day.“Should be fine for now, but you don’t want to get caught out on these roads.” he cautioned, no doubt referring to the sharp turns and near-vertical drops. “Drop by the ops centre later. Should be someone around who'll sort it for you.”She nodded and thanked him, driving on to. Kimmie flashed me a smile. She was a petite woman, easily mistaken for someone younger than thirty-nine. When we first met, she was often mistaken for a schoolgirl. Her green eyes sparkled while freckles danced around her cheeks. She wore her red hair held back by a kerchief tied around her head.“Fish biting?” she asked me.“Naw,” I said and held up the milk. “Just some relaxing.”“Perfect timing,” she said. “Thank you, honey.”I smiled at her, feeling a twinge of guilt. I’d never cheated on her.