" I remarked. "I counter-offered eight hundred million a year for two years and ten years for 60 percent ownership rights." More money, but less time?... I am willing to bet that he will make considerably more than that if I work with him." Wow. So when will he counter-offer - no, wait - you asked him to put it in writing? But what was the final deal?" Eight hundred million a year for two years, but only 50 percent ownership and only for five years." Wow." Mutou said again. "So when do you. I ground both of her hands-on kitchen counters. I started to kiss her. She was trying to resist. As her body was circumventing to the heat of pleasure. I broke the kiss after a few minutes.As I looked her in the eye and asked whether she didn’t want it. She replied to me. It’s not that she didn’t want it. Its that she wanted to settle a score with my brother. She was not sure whether it was right. I reassured her it was ok. I started to kiss her again. This time I felt less resistance from. Well, a good sense for money too. She handles the investments and we're doing good she says. All that medical shit we, well she, put money in is paying off big. We strolled for a while, swinging our hands like kids, then called a cab and spent the night at the Mandarin Oriental, the Dynasty Suite, I think. Damned expensive, but worth every nickel. We had a ball for two nights. Making love to her, in the middle of that king-sized bed, lit only by the city lights, was enchanting. Like awakening. He scrubbed himself with a bar of soap out if his ruck and sat back on the bank to assess himself with his head clear. The wound in his right thigh was the only serious one. The bullet had gone in the outer meat and came out below his buttocks. The wound on his left thigh was a furrow, but was not deep enough to cause too much concern. The wound on his right hip was shallow as well, and was already clotted. His shoulder had bled a little, but was more of a burn than a wound. All in all, he had.