As he stood before her, his legs still shaking from the strength of his climax, he held her tight, and kissed her ear. ‘I would kill for you Keni, I...would kill any one before I let them hurt you…’ His voice was rough, and he knew as well as she did that it was the truth… * * * The truck was loaded and Harley watched as Noreen handed the keys to the house to her landlord. He was being good about it, telling her and Keni how much he appreciated the way they had cleaned what they could and. This was also having an effect on Madame Simpson-Dupree; who initiallyhad encouraged Jamie with his fulsome compliments. As the evening woreon it was obvious she was becoming uncomfortable with Jamie's interestin Hilarie; and her comments became more terse and barbed, becomingjealous of her nephew's feelings towards Hilarie. Lady Miranda on theother hand was quite relaxed and appeared to be unconcerned with herguest's discomfort. Lady Miranda watched them competing for her nephew.Had this. "Thanks for some marvelous games," Cyndi said, "but I've got to get back to work or they'll fire me. I hope you two will be back soon."Leila was too overcome to reply, and just lay against David, with her head back and her legs akimbo, trying to bring her breathing back to normal. About five minutes later David told her that it was about a quarter past two, and suggested they return to the doctor's office. Leila decided she had better use the ladies' room before venturing on, and David agreed. The office itself was for the most part tastefully decorated, in a third world sort of way. In its center stood a large varnished wood desk with a scarred red leather top, from behind which the Comandante gazed impassively up at the angry, American woman. Against the far wall was a somewhat dilapidated couch covered in stained linen. A couple of rusting filing cabinets stood near the single window which looked out from two floors up onto a dusty courtyard below. Several posters of local scenery.