Everything came back to his mind and the more he couldnt stop thinking about it, the sooner he had to leave the room to keep his little girl safe. Cra...ling out the door, he stumbled to his feet and made for Kimberlys bedroom. She wasnt there. He almost dashed downstairs. Frantically he searched for his daughter. He needed her. He needed something. Before he knew it, in the empty house, his unconscious mind had brought him back to his bedroom. It seemed he had no control over his body, barely. Alex's new washing machine had broken down and his supply of clean underwear and shirts had run out. It would be a day or so until the store could replace the washing machine which, as it was less than a year old, was most definitely still covered by warranty. So for the first time since he was a student, Alex had to find a launderette in which to wash his clothes. Such amenities were hard to find but he located one on his mobile phone's search facility that wasn't too far from his Hendon. ”“Oh, dearest! Oh, darling. Oh, Sylvia. Oh!” This was wonderful.“Oh.”They kissed. He hugged her tight, and then -- guiltily -- raised his arms to her shoulders. He sprinkled her face with kisses.“I warn you,” she said, “I’m not sure.”“It doesn’t matter. Well, it matters, matters enormously, but it doesn’t affect the fact that I love you.”“It doesn’t matter enormously right now. Whether I’m pregnant will matter enormously next summer.”With the income from the trust, he didn’t have to look for. The weapon had been rendered completely nonfunctional. Both charging studs removed, Its mechanics poured full of some type of organic resin."Why didn't they just toss me a bar of soap n' let me whittle one?" She rasped sourly, noting even the barrel had been plugged!Yet another sigh escaped as she dutifully holstered it. Knowing of course it had been issued because it was part of the standard dress blues of GP command."Some how I get the feeling that someone doesn't trust me." She pouted.It was.
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