‘I think we can talk in my office. This way please.’ Robert had come to know Eric when he had gone to his recital. Back then, Eric was still with ...he Philadelphia Symphony Orchestra. Robert had read about the young, talented pianist and had wanted to personally see if he was the right person for his ballad. After the concert, Robert knew he was. Using the lure of his recording studio, Robert had persuaded Eric to collaborate with him on a full album. The launch was phenomenal. It took the music. She was wearing a navy blue mini and a scoop necked blouse. She wore neither a bra nor panties. She wanted him to have complete access to her. Graham was playing with her hair and she was literally purring at his touch. She was where she belonged.The only thought she gave to David was to wonder how long he would take with Marla so that Graham would fuck her. She wanted desperately for him to fuck her ass in front of David. David would see how much she loved her daddy. How she had given her. It was heavily encoded, using a ten year old U.S. government code scheme. It said:They have my daughter, Roxanne. Snatched her right out of the exercise room at the hotel at 6:30 in the morning. There was a voice mail, and that’s attached. It said to contact you about it. They said she wouldn’t be harmed. But I’m frantic. Please help!Mary MacDowellIo comm’d Armis, ‘I’ve already messaged her back for you, saying we didn’t know anything yet but we would. We’ll let her know as soon as we find out. Kid looked better, at least. Instead of looking like roadkill after a few crows had had their turns with it, now he just looked like fresh roadkill. All things considered, that was a pretty miraculous recovery. He still had no hands, but there were some weird lumps where the blood, flesh, and skin was at his wrists, like bone was trying to get out. Gross.“Don’t pass out on me. Or I’ll lock you up in the dungeon until Julias can deal with you.”“Dungeon, yeah ri—there’s a dungeon, isn’t.