Taylor walked up to him and leaned on the bar.“I’m looking for Gregor,” he said to the man.He got a glower in return before the bartender replie... in a thick Russian accent, “Don’t know him.”As he spoke the man’s hand dipped underneath the bar. Taylor pulled his gun free and pointed it levelly at the man’s chest.“Move another inch, and they’ll have to find someone else to serve beer here.”The bartender didn’t reply but stopped moving.“I know there’s a back room being used as a casino. I’d like. Heart-stopping. And infuriating but also breathtakingly erotic.His partner lifted somewhat so that he was supported on his forearms and third-bent knees, and had his feet thrust firmly against the footboard of the bed. His thighs were well apart, and Ramsay could see the unexpectedly thick shaft of his erection was down-curving, and easily gliding in and out of his wife's shockingly stretched and gleaming-wet vagina.He was stunned. Totally breathtaken. Suddenly dry-mouthed and dizzy. Partly by. I had managed to get Adair and Deacon to promise to move along the wall as we advanced and to support us with the bloop guns. There wouldn't be a lot of opportunities to do so, but they would be ready and at least trying to do it. Mostly I wanted to keep them from rushing reinforcements to the attack points. In close quarters I was more afraid of the the blooper hitting us by mistake. I did trust Adair and the Deacon to at least try to keep their ears penned back.The six of us were outside and. I'll go down and let them in. They can watch TV while we get ready." But I don't want them here. I am still high from that darned Sam running away too soon. I want to make love to you, Alice." You get ready, Sue. Leave everything to me," Alice said over her shoulder as she ran out of the room pulling on her robe at the same time.The doorbell was still ringing as she opened it, breathing heavily from the exertion, and maybe something else, who knows."Hi, Sean. Hi, Ken. Sorry, to make you wait..