Threats

'Nothing.' Rhoda shrugged 'Trav just needs his father to take him to school.'

Louis saw red. 'You're sick!' He barked.

'Mummy, you are sick?' Their startled son asked.

'Travis boy,' Louis said, trying hard to control his breathing. 'Can you go to the sitting room and wait for both of us? I need to talk you mummy..'

Louis waited till the bit left the room. 'Rhoda, what the hell is this?'

Rhoda ignored his question and strolled further into the room. She stopped just at the foot of the bed. Rhoda looked at Wendy condescendingly.

Wendy hugged the sheets tightly.

'I see you've brought her up here. Is that what you do? Call her whenever you need her to satisfy your sexual appetite?

'Do not fucking try to change the subject . What the hell is this?' Louis barked.

Rhoda lazily dragged her eyes away from Wendy and focused on Loyis. 'I thought we talked about this last night.'

'And because of that discussion, I didn't expect you to be here asking me to fucking take the boy to school.' Louis