She leaned into him, her arms going around his back, under his. He dropped a kiss on the top of her hair. ‘Want me to drop you off at home?’ he as...ed, dropping his arms and turning her in the direction of his car. ‘Why would you do that? I have a meeting to go to at four. Gotta go and protect my boss from the big, bad Sheriff.’ She made a face at him. He snorted. ‘Like I want you there to see me get raked over the coals.’ He pointed the automatic lock button at the door and punched it, turning. The girl, after rubbing her nose on her fist, came to my side and held my arm. She was lovely and obviously wealthy judging both from her dress and her pale pock-free skin. Her long hair gleamed with reddish highlights and her eyes were hazel, her lips pink and soft. Her velvet dress had been torn from one rounded shoulder and some of her lace hung in ribbons. My root stirred, excited by the fight. She held her ruined gown to her full breast."Thank you," she gasped out, her free hand at her. The coffee is ready."Laura turned to the counter and unplugged the pot, pouring them both a cup. Don't let him put anything in it, she prayed to herself silently. Images of his licentiously naked body still lurked in her mind, urging her to do those things he had forced her to do before. She could not deny that he had made her feel like a complete woman for the first time in her life, but she could not remove the horrible guilt that inked her conscience."What kind of plans do you mean," she. Dean knew he was in no shape to take on Mt. Everest on any other monsters in the Himalayas but figured it would be fun to poke around the foothills. He’d slipped a hippie girl in Katmandu a Franklin after sleeping with her and she’d given him the name of a guide named Dorjee who worked out of the Namche Bazaar. She claimed he’d be perfect for Dean’s needs.The cab ride from the primitive Lukla airport to the Namche Bazaar was bumpy and adventurous. Dean got out of the cab stiff and bruised..