“Trust me, Jen,” he said when he quit coughing. “I’ve had my life ruined. You are nowhere close. Merie will figure things out or she won’t. ...e’ll just have to wait and see.”Brock gave Merie a new outfit that Mel and Jen had picked out on her birthday.“I hope you’ll consider allowing me to treat you to a belated dinner Saturday,” he asked in his most cordial voice.Merie curtsied.“I would be delighted, sir,” she said in a Southern drawl. “I will have to make sure there are no familial. Evenings often found wet expression of their stories or hers veering from theirs. The closer the time, the more she wondered whether she should deny herself the relief she craved in anticipation of… Strange. As much intimacy as they had shared not to mention the intimacies she (and presumably he) had experienced separately as a result of their relationship, she felt much like an adolescent. As much as she wanted him, needed him, there remained the fear that she wouldn’t feel that way on. I think we'll handle this doctor ourselves. Let's get the two ex-FBI people to talk to this woman. Have them present themselves as FBI — along with the proper IDs and technology, of course — and verify her story. No fucking way I'm letting that doctor get away from me. Let alone his lab. If they're already shipping this drug to Iran with the slaves, and if the government there hears of it, then 9/11 will seem like a walk in the park. From what this woman says, the good doctor is still working. The truth is that the more I'm around my mistresses, the more I realize that they are two women with in many ways one heart. That connection is very special, and means that if Willow is worrying about something, Erica is as well. Both of my ladies want to know that Will is safe and back with his family.But that might be part of the problem. For Erica and Willow all of us concubines are valued and treasured family. Erica might love me. I mean, if Willow is busy or not around she tends to seek me.