As she admitted to herself, she was still hung up. Almost sub-consciously she set her sights on Richard.It started after a hockey match. Richard and D...borah had not been able to go to it and Deborah was still out when Annette was dropped off. She had not even had a shower and had merely pulled on her tracksuit. Richard was relaxing in the drawing room."Hello, Tig darling," he welcomed her. "How did it go?" We lost," she grumped plonking herself down on the floor beside him."Badly?" No; by one. No wonder it had been so inarguably satisfying to blast his seed into her nether regions.Even now, well after that mind-blowing exchange, Marcy was still making Paul swoon. She may have been passed out, but her radiant femininity was as potent as ever.He took a deep breath and lost himself in her wonderful scent. He didn’t know what it was, a shampoo, a lotion, a perfume? She smelled like the best of summer. It was the smell of a warm breeze that had collected subtle hints of all the local. She looked oddly bigger but not tallerthough. She should be above him since he's sat down he reasoned. She justlooked bigger all over but he couldn't understand why. She gave him acondescending, pitiful look."Is Ray-Ray a little confuzzled? Is your little head in a muddle?" Ryanjust stared at her, his mouth open and a gob of drool running down hischeek. "Oh dear! You really are clueless aren't you?"He took his gaze from her to scan the room. It looked to be some kind ofkitchen but he didn't. If he was willing to use his means to rescue her, it shouldn’t be such an insignificant consideration to stop him.Of course, he still hasn’t explained that he had another reason for not getting involved: lack of information.Lucas is a killer trained by his mother from a young age in countless things. From combat skills to general knowledge, languages, and even his disposition, reasoning, and way of acting.One thing he learned from his mother that he takes for life is: Never do anything until.