“Oh, good!” Rosa squealed. “We’re partway there already! How much money are you worth, Michael? I’m talking every cent, if you want to get o...t of this alive, believe me, Dad will check!”“I’ll have to check too, Rosa,” I told her, “but I’d say around ten million dollars.” “We’ll begin by offering him two million, then negotiate. There’s a story "The Ransom of Red Chief." Have you read it? It’s a story by O. Henry. Two men kidnap and ransom a wealthy man’s son; they end up having to pay the boy's. As I ran my finger over her satin pantied pussy, I took a deep breath and asked her if she ever still thought about other guys and missed the variety. It was make or break time and I was sure she was going to answer in the negative. But I was shocked when she admitted she did miss her one night stands, as she loved to feel a new cock every now and then. This was the perfect answer for me, as it meant that she wanted different cocks but not get rid of me. I told her that I would love to see her. ‘Aria, look at me,’ Bobby commanded. She looked at him, her eyes wide. ‘I love you,’ he whispered, his eyes closing. ‘Don’t do this to me Bobby Glass! Not like this,’ she pleaded. She heard voices calling her name as a wave of pain flowed through her, she grabbed the second flare from the bag, pushed it into the gun, raised it and fired. Bright sparks danced across the sky and Ariana sobbed with relief as Jacob and Jonah Long came into view, Doctor Turner right behind them. Exhausted, Ariana. I decided that now was as good a time as any to tell Carl to sling his hook, knowing Luke wouldn't have the balls to do it. I made it back within ten minutes, turning the key in the front door, rehearsing my lines and bracing myself for a bit of a verbal battle with Carl, who I know would give as good as he got. Entering the house I was surprised by the lack of noise; no blaring television, no bass heavy dance music on the stereo, just complete silence. I thought to myself that perhaps Luke had.