I whispered to Carol, "want to taste Iris?" Carol nodded emphatically.Returning to the kitchen, I put together the tea tray. While I had seen Marie dr...nk coffee, tea seemed to be her essential beverage. On a hunch, rather than the usual fruity Oolong, I brewed smoky Russian Caravan, with extra Lapsang Souchong. I didn't know if Carol had traditional Russian tea glasses in metal holders, but I poured, saying in my Boris Badonov accent, "Tea strong, like tail of alligator." I actually had spooned. I wanted to jump up and rip it off, but I sat still like a good girl.Once undone, she let it fall off, revealing a black set of suspenders garter belt and matching bra and undies set. She looked good enough to eat. I could see why she was popular with the guys - she was so sexy.I slipped off my sweat pants embarrassed by the pain undies I was wearing. Emma ripped them off and tossed them on the floor as she laid me back on the sofa.She slowly started to kiss me paying attention to every nook. Surprise, surprise.George, a former national player himself, had been notified, and was givingRyan hell about it. Arrested by the angry voices coming from the study, I stopped on the stairs,irresistibly drawn to see what was going on. The door was slightly open, andI peeked through it to see Ryan standing in front of George's desk, hands behindhis back. George was letting him have it. ? ? so what does he tell me? You swore at him. You idiot, you swore at theumpire! Not only argued, but swore!. But she has already resigned herself to the fact that he is never going to be with her, lover her like she wants him to. “No. There is no one.”Far steps back from her and turns. His eyes are wide. It’s like he just figured something out. “Shit,” he mumbles. “He’s my dad.”“What?” Rory asks, totally confused by what’s going on. “Far, you’re kind of freaking me out now. Are you okay?”“Not really,” he groans. “If I stop you from going, what will happen to me?”“Stop me?” Her stomach turns. “Maybe I.