I'm partly at fault, here. First, like I said, I didn't take the time to get to know him. I am supposed to be the leader in this section of the world ...and I should have done something with him. I can cite the cancer, being busy getting used to the new world, handling the crisis in The Town, and, while they all contributed to it, in the end, they're still excuses. I could have taken him with us when I went to visit The Town, which would have included him in the rescue and justice mission. It. . I need to talk to someone. I need advice.”“Everyone is coming to me for advice,” he laughed. I blinked at that, wondering who else when he asked, “What about?”I followed him into the kitchen where he opened the refrigerator and pulled out a Gatorade. I bet he needed his electrolytes with all the women in his house he must be fucking. He stared at me as he took a deep drink, waiting.“You’re just the only guy I know that’s...”“Fucking his sisters, mom, and aunt?” Clint asked.“Yeah.”“So, you. She sat on the sofa and her knees were bouncing up and down, her right hand was tapping uncontrollably on the couch arm while her left hand held a glass of wine as steadily as she could manage... and her face was flushed from the wetness in her knickers. 'Come on Dee! Don't tease me any more, I want to see him!' 'It!', Dee smiled. 'See IT'. 'Yes, it, whatever, just let me See... it!' Dee smiled and lingered in playful, exagerrated slowness over a last mouthful of her wine - she wished she'd. Just do what you normally do, and have done with it, and cease bothering me. I have people queuing up to see me, and this is just a damn nuisance!", so I put my phone down on him, and forgot about it until now."Amelia's mind was clearing. "So, you are down as our agent, but don't know if we are supposed to pay you or not?" I suppose so, but I am not actually looking for payment. I am not really your agent, just your loving husband." Right. Now that that's settled, my love, get yourself back to.