To Danny and Sarah. I opened it and there was a beautifully written note: Dearest Danny and Sarah. We are so sorry to have dragged you into our marita... affairs; however we are both eternally grateful that we met you. You are both kind hearted and giving souls. We wanted to thank you for all you have done for us but fearing we may never see you again we felt the only way we could possibly thank you was to pay for your room and parking. Enjoy the rest of your lives, as you have given us the. Sachs’ story: I grew up in Queens, NY and after school worked for a very powerful ‘Don’ whose territory was Brooklyn, NY. He liked me for some reason and took me under his wing. He kept me out of gangs, saying that would only end with jail or me being killed. He taught me the value of hard work and never ‘biting the hand that feeds’.He also made it clear that you needed to treat people fairly, because if you didn’t you’d never be able to truly trust them. He also taught me that those who tried. Sarah helped herself to Ryan’s growing erection that couldn’t be contained by his patterned but nearly transparent underwear. As her hand slid up and over the helmet of his cock he let out a low, erotic moan of pleasure. She worked her hand slowly from the base of his cock, stopping periodically to squeeze the shaft. His head pulsated and the mushroom top grew until full. Sarah’s other hand joined the action but worked its way toward and over his balls as she began playing with Ryan’s puckered. . . April felt a moment’s heat at the thought of an imminent act of– fucking. Was that how it was going to be? The consummation of her birthday, as it were. Already that lovely Italian dinner (had manicotti been a poor choice? But she had enjoyed it). And that Phaidon book (how had she missed that they’d put out a new title on her favorite– well, second-favorite!– architect?). Larry probably was just looking for a little amused embarrassment from her. The semblance of something naughty– a.