More than that, he could seeevery broken branch and blade of grass bent by the passage of thehorses. The bruised foliage glowed with a faint light, an... Marc wonderedif he was actually seeing the plants as they healed the damage.As they made their way through the increasingly dense foliage, Valinmoved with a degree of stealth that impressed Marc, who found itimpossible not to make noise. The hem of his dress kept snagging onevery possible obstruction, causing him to stumble several times."I. I hesitate a brief moment, then I decided to go along; my curiosity aswell as my fear were growing steadily.Without saying much I got into her car and we drove about half an hourinto a Zurich suburb, where we went into an office building. On thefourth floor we came to a firm by the name Mental Trading, Inc. Manuelaled me into one of several rooms, where a woman was waiting for me."Jennifer. Please, come in! I am Alexandra." She was about 40 and made afriendly as well as a serious. John checked her closet and finding that only rough-country clothes were missing, he had correctly deduced that she had gone to the cabin. It was a relief, much better than if she'd gone somewhere where she might take revenge by fucking and sucking with some lucky guy, but he was still worried. The maid, tasty as her cunt was, was only a passing fancy and he didn't want his dear wife to leave him because of his indiscretion. If only Valerie had waited, he felt sure he could have reasoned with. " "Just one more," Kris said, refilling my glass. "Fine," I pouted. "Then I need to get to work." "Alright," Mel said. "This one is for Bill for driving us here. We wouldn't have made it without you, buddy. To Bill!" "To Bill!" The second syrupy shot followed the first. "Again!" Bri demanded. Once again I found my shot glass full. What the fuck! "This is to bad-ass bitches who can't be fucked with," Bri shouted. "To the bitches!" "The bitches!" I cheered along with the girls, though I.