I did not feel Ted's weight on me when I returned to where I had left, he was gone. I looked around and saw him kneeling next to me on the bed. He was...staring at me wide eyed."I did not even enter you," he said. "You just bucked me off like I was an insect crawling on your skin." You must have done something to me. I don't have orgasms out of a blue sky," I answered. "You are a bully." I turned to him and hammered his chest with my fist."Want to play rough, do you?" I heard him laugh. The next. But it was too damn hot for fucking. He thumbed through the novel he'd been trying to get into, decided it wasn't worth any more of his attention and put it on the bedside table. He glanced at the clock. It had just gone ten. He picked up the remote and switched on the television.Familiar theme music finished booming and a sombrely-dressed, stern-faced woman appeared on screen. "Good evening. This is the news at ten and I'm Rachel Lawler. We start tonight with a breakout at supposedly Britain's. An occasional bee flew over their love nest as the breeze swayed the long grass and the sun dried their bodies. Frank felt constantly hard, the promise of Leslie once again foremost in his mind. He felt that she had changed, grown up by a couple of years overnight, her responses and caresses more considered, meaningful, more heartfelt. She looked radiant, clean, lively and full of youth as she wrapped her limbs around him and even with the warmth of the sun she left a wet trail against his leg. I figured that this group, once properly motivated, would gallop into action fast and probably without a whole lot of advance planning. It would be as subtle as a bull in a china shop, but it would be loud and very noisy ... perfect for covering over my more subtle parts of the plan.My next group of major players were the Vegas loyal opposition. The other mobs that Wes was feuding with to gain a bigger slice of the underworld pie. None of them trusted Wes or his word about agreeing to a truce.