The next several hours were emotional torture. This couldn?t be happening was a recurring theme and later I kept coming to the conclusion that no mat...er what I would need to beg with all of my heart for mercy or relief. If this was a head game she had won and I would give her the complete begging or whatever she wanted, if this was not a head game then I was truly at her mercy and I would be her bitch as much as she wanted, anything to avoid yet another session of torture. Eventually, I did. There were going to be things about Grace he didn’t understand or that surprised him. He had two choices. He could accept her and love her with all her mysterious baggage. Or he could let her go and walk away from the best thing that ever happened to him.Of course, there was no walking away from Grace. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t ask questions. When she returned from the bathroom, Mac asked Grace, “So, where did you pick up the Mandarin?”She picked up her chopsticks and nibbled on a. She danced her way to the chair, smiling as her mind raced with possibilities.She pulled the chair away from the table and sat herself down on the wet plastic seat. She slowly ran her hands up her body, starting at her knees, enjoying the feeling of her wet skin in her hands. Again she cupped her breasts, causing her clit to tingle. She stood up and changed the position of the chair so she was once again facing into the steady, heavy rain.As she sat, she opened her legs, allowing the rain. Bill invited him into his loft. Sam noticed Bill had a plush place decorated with art and oriental rugs on the hardwood floors. Bill’s loft was larger than Sam’s place, nicer amenities. Sam mentioned this to Bill when they were chatting about the building’s unique design. Bill asked, “Would you like a glass of wine,” to Sam. Sam said, “Sure that sounds good; I brought a bottle for you.” Bill said, “Thanks, this is the same wine we are drinking right now.”Bill told Sam, “Dinner is ready if you.