In the restaurant she said, I was asked to come here for a reason. She asked me point blank, whether I liked her or not! I was surprised and answered ...es, I did. She said, but why? I said because, she was a beautiful woman. She got upset and told me, I was making fun of her. Everybody knew she was an ugly woman. She started to cry. I said, to my eyes she was the most beautiful woman in the world.She was sobbing on my arm and said, if I was serious, I would be the first person in the world to. Marko shook his head slowly. His face was so close to hers. "Uh...then what about the radio?" Again he shook his head. So close. Her head had pushed up against the back of the seat. She couldn't move any further. "Wh-what if somebody drives by?" she said. Right. She couldn't even convince herself of that. Marko smiled. Perhaps she was attempting to delay things, but she was saying everything except "no". He had caressed his hand up along the length of her leg until it had slid under the leg of. “Stop!” Tamara cried. She lost all enthusiasm for the game she was playing. “I’ll open it!”Victor leaned forward with a smooth smile in place, “As I knew you would.” He pushed the case towards her, “Don’t bother trying to break it. I think we both know what would happen ... inside you. Besides, I can make a replacement for my baby ... I rather think,” he rumbled, nodding towards Finch and Lauren, “you cannot?”Tamara understood his points all too clearly.The case opened and inside was the. The maid knew that right about now, the master of thehouse would be having his supper in the dining hall. The starters wouldon the table right now. Or perhaps already the main dish. In any case,the disguised maid hurried along the brightly lit opulent corridor, downanother corridor and through a plain door to reach the kitchen."Christ, Anne, where have you been?" the matron screeched at herimpatiently, while attempting to give orders to the other six maidscurrently in the steamy and stuffy.