You have to ride them hart, for soft lovemaking will never be enough for them.Or they should ride your hart!Somewhere in rural Colorado, 5 am.It was s...ill dark outside, but once again Lori Dalton would suddenly wake up alone on her King-sized bed. As always these days, she would feel alone, horny, and stressed, with the other side of her bed unbearable empty.The worst thing that would enter her mind was her memories about the happier mornings when David was still there. Despite several. ..”“We travel for work,” Ed back-pedaled.“And that can be perfectly innocent,” I said. “Sunny and I ... one truck. Half the conversation at dinner is about work...”“Just leaves the OTHER half,” Dana pushed.“And that part’s about movies and music and life in general,” Sunny inserted.“Stop picking on poor Carl,” Ed said. “Let ‘im enjoy breakfast.”“Yeah,” I said.Same time though, a seed is planted.No, that’s wrong. The seed was there first time I saw Sunny. However, I’m familiar with the traps. He gave me a half salute and was gone. I didn’t bother to look out my office windows to Genessee. Bulldog’s driver and bodyguard, Emile, would be opening the back door of that gleaming black Cadillac, the one with the extra legroom in back. No KC cop would ever pull that car over; no meter maid would ever ticket it.Emile was in his 50s and no one fucked with him. Part of his background was hazy, something about the French Foreign Legion in lieu of prison. Something about Thailand, the CIA, a. ”You know I have study hall, Mrs. Williams,” he said, ”So I'm going to stay here till you give my phone back.”I scoffed then dug his phone from my purse. With a contemptuous eye, I handed him his phone. He took it with a grin and immediately opened it and started searching through his photos. His smile faded and he looked up at me.“What did you do?” He asked, “If it wasn’t you, then why did you delete it?” He continued to search his phone but it was gone.“Bobby, the last thing I need is you.