He said I was condemned, and to me that meant someone would try to execute me. Michael was in the perfect position to do just that. Why he hadn't alre...ady was curious but didn't alleviate my anxiety.I had too many questions though to just jump into a fight with a total stranger. How did he know me? Why was I condemned? Why was he being so polite about all of this? Why did he call me his friend?Could I honestly do something to someone that had done nothing more than frighten me and ensnare me in. "Hades, not hell," a voice said, and I looked up.The woman standing in front of me looked like she was close to six feettall, and rather muscular without looking at all unfeminine."Jen Walters" She said with a smile, and offered me her hand."Brand Carter," I said, and shook her hand."Let's go into my office," Mrs Carson said, as she stepped into theroom.A few moments later, Mrs. Walters had a briefcase open on Mrs. Carson'sdesk, and was asking me about the three-headed dog that Faith had. Everyone knows that ends badly, as it inevitably did. A flurry of clothes and accusations and a scream that shattered into a sob as the wife (Jenny, her name was Jenny) came home. She can regret that moment, and of course she does. But that’s not the part she has to relive.Again, the same sequence. Each detail pulses with raw, bright colour – to help her focus, perhaps. The sound of his moans in the back of his throat as she pulled her knickers to one side. The tremble of his hand as he reached. "Jake laughed and she laughed with him. He asked her why she wasn't having a beer with him then and she asked him if it was ok. He told her since it was her house, he really didn't see why she needed to ask. She explained she knew women were not supposed to drink in front of a man and Jake laughed once more. Alice stood and went back down into the cellar and came back with 2 more bottles, one for her and one more for him.The stew was gone, Jake was feeling fat, and happy which made Jake smile.