" He grabbed Annia by her left arm and dragged her to her feet, pushing herto the door and propelling her through it. In spite of the dismaying impli...ationin his words and his rough treatment, she still felt (or, at least, wantedto believe) she might be able to win him over. Her only hope of survival wasto convince him to separate her from the others and keep her as his own slave.She had to try. "Sir, I know a room with a nice soft bed," she murmured. "Do you now?" he laughed. "So show me." . "About what?" I asked."About your memory, and your do-over." And?" Just that. And I believe you now. So when I'm married to a nice Jewish guy with a bunch of nice Jewish kids, and you're married to some —" Shiksa?" I asked."Exactly. You'll still be my best friend, Patrick Sterling." And you'll be mine," I lied. Right. Like I'd ever introduce my wife to a former girlfriend as hot as Tanya Szerchenko. Say, babe, this is my best friend, Tanya. You don't mind if we just hang out and talk, right?. Stepping out of her skirt, she stood there totally naked. She then started undressing the half naked young gardener. They embraced, her breasts against his chest. Working down his front she nuzzled his nipples and then ran her tongue over his muscles. Sitting down she pulled the naked youth on top of her. His warmth and weight made her feel secure."Do you want me again Alan."Alan looked into her eyes and moved the hair from her face."I haven't been with a woman before; I just want to look. Silvia Smith flicked back her dark hair, and paced towards Lottie. She was dressed in black riding boots, tan jodhpurs and a white silk blouse, looking every bit as youthful as Emma and Lottie. When she was with Emma, the two of them could easily pass as sisters, rather than as mother and daughter, although Silvia did have a sense of presence and power that comes with age and financial security thought Lottie. She always felt a little overwhelmed when she was with Emma’s mum. Silvia threw her.