John hadn't slept as well in years.Sarah Cunningham looked past the man's strong, handsome profile. Through a haze of unshed tears she saw the plane l...ft off the tarmac.They had spent three days in glorious Vegas. It should have left her in a state of bliss. The familiar pull of g-forces should have been mixed with clouds of butterflies in her belly.But all they pulled at was an empty space.Sure enough, at the start it had been heaven. How else to describe three days in Vegas with a blonde god,. ‘Babuji, what’s the matter? You need something?’ I asked him innocently when he followed me into the kitchen.‘Isn’t he going to the office?’‘No! He is too tired and I told him to take rest.’ I lied.‘Is it? You told him to take rest?’ he asked.‘Any problem?’‘Why should I have a problem with that? He is your husband!’ he turned to go out of the kitchen.Clearly, he was annoyed and upset.I caught his hand just in time. ‘Babuji!’ I pulled him close to me. I placed my hands on his waist and pressed. "From here on out, I don't take any shit from you! You can shape up and do as you're told, or you can hit the street. And you owe me, so I'll be collecting, starting with about four years worth of sex! Understand?" Ulp!" Chase was right -- you suck at blow jobs. I think I'll ask Teddy to give you lessons -- he already knows what a slut you are..." Yeah, things were going to change around the Nally household... The Hansens and Louise were sitting up the block from her house -- in a different. Perhaps she might end up as one of the sights. That last thought arrived unprompted in her mind, and she spent more than a few moments trying to unsuccessfully dispel it. She finally broke her trance by turning her head and glancing out of her hotel window. Beyond the wall of glass, the early evening light broke through several layers of clouds, casting a dull glow over the Boston Public Gardens. Stephanie had stared out at those Gardens every morning, as she'd dressed for another day in the.