’ Still laughing, he shook his head. ‘You’re too soft. Your idea of torture would probably be to tickle his feet with a fucking feather or some ...hit like that!’ She stared at him, her gaze locked with his, unsmiling. ‘You’ve no idea what I’m capable of, Tyson.’ His laughter gave way to a frown. ‘You threatening me, bitch?’ ‘No.’ ‘Sounded like a threat to me, whore.’ ‘It wasn’t.’ ‘Stupid cunt.’ He lifted a hand, as if to strike her, then glanced back at O’Bannen. Lowering his hand, Tyson smiled.. This first year at the consulting giant that you all worked for had been as hectic as expected, with long hours, frequent trips to urban hubs throughout the country where nervously eager corporate executives welcomed you on arrival, and barely noticed you when you left, as they knew that they would not be happy with your findings when the senior partners presented them with their reports and recommendations, no matter what they were. This conference actually let you three have a welcome break. She’d been in political lifebefore the divorce had depressed her enough to make herquit. Now she worked at a Barnes and Noble bookstore. But itwas just temporary, and everyone knew. Abby was one ofthe smartest, most capable people James had ever known.She’d be back in the political life eventually. Shemight even become the first woman president.James, on the other hand, had always just barely madeit in life. He was only 22, fresh from the university.He’d gotten through college. “My name’s Hanna,” said the waitress as she wiggled against De’s hand. “I get off at ten.” “Mmmm, I’d like to get you off before that!” laughed my wife. “Meet me out front a few minutes after ten and you can get me off by ten-thirty!” De patted her ass and told her it was a date. We finished our drinks and went out for some fresh air. It was almost ten so we decided to wait and see if Hanna actually came out or if that was her way of getting a better tip. If it was, it worked as.