"Give me the pictures, Kate."Numb, Kate handed him the photos. She was trembling, excited. Ryan would soon belong to her. It boggled her mind."You can...go home, Kate," Ryan said, loud enough for Tiffany to hear. "I'll mail you two weeks' pay and give you good references." He paused, his jaw firm.The words shattered Kate's fantasy. Dazed, she got up, walked by him and left."I don't know if that helps," Ryan said, going back into his office. He took Tiffany's hand. "Never again, Tiff. Just you and. So we used to fuck late night on roof whenever she used to visit her mom and dad this all continued till 1 and a half year after her marriage, and as always she used to inform me before coming as I always was there to greet her and treat her with my love and care, but one day when I was washing my car suddenly the main gate opened and to my surprise my Khushi was there, and she said his husband is out for a month of a official tour so she’ll be here for the rest of the time till he doesn’t come. To add my gift to their collective subconscious.Imagine living in a street where everyone starts the day with a cup of teaexcept you, who always have coffee. One morning you walk into the kitchenand instead of coffee you make tea, because that's what you prefer firstthing. You don't suddenly think of yourself as a tea drinker. You just liketea, the same as your neighbours.And unless Susan Dwyer was making everything up as she went along, theconversion process is so insidious it could be well. Richard fist left his side and came crashing down on his desk like a fighter-jet. “How could you let a kid out smart you? When are you two going to do the job I pay you to do?”“Sir, we’ve been observing him. He’s staying in the Upper East Side with an older lady. We think she has taken him in, we’re waiting on the perfect moment to pounce.”After a long talk with the two guys in black suits, Richard dismissed them and made his way over to a nearby window where gazed out at the skyline. Richard.