I told Toppi thathe must leave me behind. "Go. I'm only slowing you down. The Duke won't hurtme, but his vengeance on you would be terrible." Of cours..., dear Toppi didn'tlisten and pressed on.It was getting late. My hands were chafed from holding the saddle horn allday and my back and shoulders were in absolute torment from the shaking of myenormous bosom. I begged Toppi to stop for the night. To my surprise, he did.We stopped at a small cottage deep among the trees, beside which flowed acool. Andy got up. "Alright, what happened here?" shouted the guard. "Hey Andy, welcome back!" "Yea, glad to be here, Pam," said Andy. It was clear they knew each other. "What you in for this time?" "Picked up on an old warrant. Bullshit," answered Andy. "I have to take yous and write yous up you know." "That ain't fair, she started it!" said Olivia. "Don't matter. There is no fighting." Pam led the two down the hall to a small office. She seated them and proceeded to fill out some paperwork. After. 84. The door opened.Silvia stepped out of the elevator. She heard the stranger step out behind her. She looked down a long narrow white corridor, only one elevator opened onto the hall, and a single door waited at the other end. The floor was covered by a fine red carpet with gold floral trim.Three ornate crystal chandeliers lit the way to the simple white, wooden door with a large brass knocker. There were no signs, no mirrors, no indications at all to say what company, law firm or agency. The playlist was dedicated to slow jams. It would be the perfect background since Anton loved long, deliberate head. Anton rode home with his folks and didn’t even go inside the apartment. He was the youngest c***d of five and usually got his way since he was the only boy. He navigated the dark green metallic 2004 Chevy Suburban out of the parking lot and onto the expressway. He sent another note to Adrian saying he was ten minutes out.Adrian gushed at the impending meeting. He wanted it so.