”“Yeah,” he said and reached out to tousle her curly red hair. She was just preparing to launch herself at him when the intercom buzzed.“Saved...by the bell,” she said, jabbing him in the stomach with a finger.Taylor chuckled and headed out the door. Photographers swamped the front door of the apartment building, with the doorman trying in vain to hold them back as Taylor walked out and into the waiting car. He made a mental note to leave a big tip for the man at the end of the month, to make up. Now take off so I can spend some time with them without your threats!" I am the field supervisor for the Marshals Service in this area and we need to take your statement before we allow anyone else to talk to you, Mr. Morgan. I suggest you drop the attitude before I have to place you under arrest for failing to cooperate." You little self created Hitler, you don't even want to try to push that one. I will have your ass in a sling so quick your head will spin. You need to check my files before. She was wearing a cream mini skirt and sleeveless top. I could see that they were having fun in the car before the car broke down. She was looking sexy as fuck.We kept on staring at each other and were having a casual conversation. Then I touched her thighs and she didn’t say anything. I wanted to make another move but at the same time, I was scared too, I didn’t want to lose her. So, on the way, we came across a prostitute who was picked up by a car.Shreya kept looking there. I asked what. "The young man is Master Kellen O'Connell and the young ladies are the Mac Sweeney Sisters, Airmid and Almha, his Apprentices," she finished."Kellen, these are my guests for the evening meal: Master Murchadh Conyngham and his wife Katherine of Summerhill House in Ballybofey. He is the chief local Wizard," she told us indicating a tall older man with dark hair and a rather thin shorter woman with dark blond hair. She then turned to the other people present."And this is Sir Prionsias Callaghan.