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and demand a re-deal?

Chapter Six
    Greg’s mobile phone bleeped.
    â€˜Who’s texting me now?’ he thought. It was Karen.
    Please meet me outside the pub. K. XXX
    Greg thought that was a silly text as he would have expected to meet Karen outside the pub. But, knowing Karen as he did, he decided it would be better if he let her know that he was already planning to wait for her outside the tube station. He sent her a reply informing her of his plans.
    His thoughts went back to Sharon, Brian and their baby. He couldn’t get them out of his mind. He thought that the whole ordeal would have to be controlled by him even down to how long it would take from start to finish. Time, though, was on his side.
    Brian would get home at around midnight; Greg would have to work fast to ensure everything was in place for his return. Though not too fast, otherwise Brian would not be truly sorry. Once Brian had returned home, it would be Sharon who would need to take control – she would be Brian’s executioner. That was if she had the nerve. It was a gamble, but Greg knew what she would do.
    Brian would need to suffer maximum discomfort along with excruciating pain before he died. Brian needed to understand why this punishment was being dealt to him, why it was in this way and why the mother of his child was his killer. There had to be a purpose to it all.
    When Sharon was later questioned by the police, she would have to explain why a complete stranger had forced his way into their house and forced Sharon to kill the father of her child. The fate of both Sharon and the child was in the hands of the authorities. Greg would need to make Sharon understand all of this, before Brian’s imminent demise.
    Greg glanced at the watch on his wrist and realized that it was time he started to make himself something to eat before having a shower and meeting Karen. He had not given any thought as to what to wear. He had not done any ironing for nearly a week now and the heap of creased clothes was piling up.
    Greg decided that he would find the easiest things to iron. It was not as if he needed to impress Karen, after all they had done this once before and Greg was not going to let Karen come on all heavy. It was just a casual sexual relationship and Greg was going to let Karen know that, though in his own subtle way.

Chapter Seven
    Greg was already outside the tube station when Karen arrived.
    She had the look on her face that suggested that she had got the cream and was not sure if what was happening was real – it all seemed real enough. Greg was there, looking as dapper and as handsome as he always had done, in Karen’s eyes anyway.
    â€˜You’re eager,’ Karen said, as she approached her date.
    â€˜No, Karen, you’re normally late!’
    Greg took Karen’s hand, leading the way, as they both made a beeline across the busy main road, dodging the oncoming traffic.
    Kingsbury was busy, bustling like the rest of the outskirts of the capital. Most pubs, clubs and restaurants centred around the busy tube station. Kingsbury Road served as the main thoroughfare through the town.
    The Broadway Public House sat almost opposite the busy tube station. Situated next door to an impressive multiplex cinema, which boasted twelve separate screens. As the couple arrived outside their destination, Karen looked at Greg, readying herself to say something.
    â€˜Let’s get inside. It’s too noisy out here!’ Greg said, whilst he opened the door to the public bar.
    As they walked towards the bar, Greg nudged Karen.
    â€˜What are you drinking?’
    â€˜White wine, please.’
    â€˜OK, small or large?’
    â€˜Large of course,’ Karen smiled.
    As they reached the bar, after navigating their way through the bustling crowed – Greg started to wave a twenty pound note in the air in order to attract the attention of one of the bar staff – it worked.
    â€˜Yes, mate,’ one of the