Perhaps he could do that and then they could have real lunch? She was open to an offer, but no offer was forthcoming. He raised his golfer’s hat, sa...d ‘Good-day to you Miss,’ and then walked away, picking up his soft carry-bag from the heap of luggage just unloaded from the cargo bay. Kissma was peeved – he could at least had gathered her five bags for her and arranged portage. She did that herself and to her dismay found the volunteer porters would carry only one bag each – ‘Union rules’ one. I suspected that they were valuable. As soon as I was settled, Mr. Bennett said, "Mr. Reese, Arthur has filled me in on the key details of this situation. If everything goes according to plan tomorrow night, I'm certain you will be in an excellent position to dictate the terms of your divorce. You'll be able to leave your wife homeless and destitute." I looked at Mr. Bennett. "I don't understand. This is a no fault divorce state. Why wouldn't there be 50/50 split of our assets?" "You are. “Oh, wait, I think I misspoke.”I pulled her in for a kiss. I thought our play was going further when she stopped me. “Okay, mister, is that any way to treat your future COO?” She stood and straightened her blouse. “You have work to do.”“Wow, if I had known you were going to be a slave driver, I never would have offered.”Jeryl laughed and gave me a quick kiss. “Let’s get this mail done and then I’ll take care of my male.”It wasn’t until we were halfway through the week’s correspondence that I. That being said, you hurt me and then took up with a friend of mine without ever saying a thing to me. I want to believe that you won’t do something like that again, but I can’t help but feel that you would do it again. Maybe not in a year, or five years, but somewhere down the road, you will find something that will stir your interest and you will hurt me.”I continued, after a sip of coffee. “I was going to ask you to become engaged to marry me on the first date you turned me down on. I want.