After all, ifI'd waited for my parents to tell me anything, I never would havelearned a thing.After a few more minutes of talking about how bad the si...uation was,Marcus said, "I found a name for our assassin. Apparently, the guycalls himself the Messenger. He's a freelancer, used to work the UKuntil a few years ago when he pissed off a couple of the wrong people.I've put the word into a few discreet ears that we're looking for him,for a little payback."Tessa was silent for a moment, then. David smokes. And you know what else?" She grabbed my hand and shoved itbetween her legs. She was wet. I pulled my hands back and recoiled. "No, hedidn't touch me, there at least. She traced her finger between her mounds.He's quite a man, you know. So strong and virile. Interesting and muchricher than you. Just being around him did this. I'm still your wife. Fornow. I only thanked him generously with my lips as any woman would do aftersuch an expensive, hot, date. Maybe my tongue got a bit. "I mean that if he sells you, you don't know who might buy you. It might be a good man, like our Master, but it could be a brothel owner, or a real sadist, or even the army might buy you for one of their brothels. That would be ten or more soldiers a day for the rest of your useful life, and then who knows what?"Helen was silent as she contemplated such a life. Ten strangers a day for how long? And after she couldn't please them, what?"The good news is, he is giving you one more chance, and. I stop in my tracks walking towards him our eyes focased on each other when I reach him and before I could even speak he said "Monica" he knew it was me and in his arms I went right there on the edge of the bar we embraced in a long wet kiss putting our tongues in each others mouths with his hands down rubbing the lobes of my butt. Pulling our lips apart I said "I couldn't believe he was here" we made our way to the bar getting a drink talking, he kept telling me he couldn't believe how well I.