He’s her lover, too, ain’t he? And that woman on his arm ... that’s his wife.“Oh, my God ... they’re newlyweds, aren’t they? Just the way ...hat they interact is very telling. She’s got that ‘I can’t get enough of him’ vibe to her, you know. I’ve seen it a thousand times. While he has that thing with your wife, he’s also very besotted with his own bride.“Wait, is this their honeymoon? And you all went and tagged along? How extraordinary! And who is that guy? And his wife, clearly that’s what she. His scent still pervaded my body. Clung to me like an invisible second skin, inside and out.Leaving the key in the lock, I padded across the plush cream carpet to the queen size bed along the far edge, the condom swinging from my fingertips under the weight of its contents alongside a toned thigh. His delicious salty essence, captured. All mine. To do with as I please. Right here. Right now.A curious mix of exhaustion and sexual energy swamped me after the two-hour cycle of build-up, torment. The voice of Fred Furness came to her in a hoarse whisper over the phone."Linda, it's me, Fred, Fred Furness," he rasped in a low voice. "Listen closely. I don't have much time, so do just as I say. Understand?"Linda stood struck dumb for a moment at the sudden surprise of hearing his voice. "What is it?" she finally managed to stammer."Believe me, this is important to both of us," he whispered, hurrying his words together with such urgency that she listened as though her life depended on his. Past midnight by Laceys guess. The temperature had dropped a lot since they had entered the club hours earlier. Her and Antonio were leaving now making their way through the crowded parking lot. The only lighting was a street light that flickered, littered with swarming bugs. Under it Antonios BMW was parked in the VIP section. Do you own this place? I heard the way Candy and Domino talked to you earlier. Antonio Richards. Richards Treasures. Are they one in the same or just a coincidence? Not.