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I caught Sinclair&039;s eye and tipped s went even thirty seconds further, I had to talk to my husband

"Tina, if you please"

"Of course"

"Garrett-"

"Yes, King Sinclair"

King Sink Lair Hee! It wasn&039;t the time or place (it so rarely was) but I couldn&039;t sand Your Majesty and dread king, but I didn&039;t think anyone had ever used King Sinclair in ," he sighed as we stepped into the darkened hallway "Are you well, my own? Not hurt, yes?"

"Not hurt, no Okay Real quick, because I don&039;t like being out of the sight line of that crazy fuckone of the skatey-eight zillion things I haven&039;t had a chance to tell you about Laura and Betsy&039;s Time Travel Follies is that ent to the future, too, a thousand years in the future, and in that future Ancient Betsy tortured Marc for decades and drove him insane"

Sinclair&039;s composure, asdick, slipped, and he stared at me ide eyes and a shocked expression

And I was ashamedmore than I had ever been in row into someone who could/would do that to Marc And ashamed that, now, Sinclair knew, too He wouldn&039;t be the last person I told, eitherI&039;d have to warn everyone I&039;d have to letI hadn&039;t done yet Just when I thought their opinion of ht you should know" I shook my head and stared at the floor It was very hard to look my husband in the eyes just now "I didn&039;t want to tell you"

"No I ier beneath my chin and raised my head "Do you know, I haven&039;t been afraid of anyone until you cured Jessica&039;s cancer? AfterNow the only thing I fear is you I shall pause so you can make a sarcastic observation"

"And a s soular unleaded, not premium!" It nearly burst out of s"

"Yes, thank you for co etting that surreal a "Don&039;tafraid of you Well I mind, but it doesn&039;t prey on etting back in there with Marc and the Marc Thing and the others" How long had we been yakking in this secluded hall, anyway? Time was a-wastin&039;

"-is because I love you more than I fear you"

"Okay" That didn&039;t seem adequate, so I added, "Thanks I think you&039;re neat-o, too"

Sinclair rubbed his forehead with a faraine-and-want-to-shoot-sohtened of an idiot; it is a shameful, shameful day for the House of Sinclair"

"The House of Sinclair?" I shrieked Lame! So completely fully utterly laaaaaame! "House of Sinclair! Oh, that&039;s a riot What&039;s our family crest, a cross with the international syold leaf?"

"Thank you as always for your courteous attention and appropriate co around, and back to the kitchen ent