. So, you are fine with having ahand in screwing these people. I mean you did stuff for Tony Bennito andthere was that diamond robbery he had... All...that gets thrown out thewindow. All your bullshit about doing stuff for people and getting favorsdown the line - these guys will want to bury you alive." I hoped I didn'tsound like I cared."Rach, there will always be people wanting something from someone. Don'tworry, I'll be just fine."Screw you! This was not the guy I thought I knew... "Have. This room was inmarked contrast to the rest of the flat, and had been all his doing. Thedressing table, the wardrobes, two, both large doubles, the chests ofdrawers, three, all tall, were finished in the cream with gold filigreemuch loved by older middle class Italians, (some reverting to type thereperhaps, Carlo had often mused). The bed was sumptuously appointed, withdelicate silken drapes in pale gold and huge, similarly covered, plumppillows and cushions. Across it was strewn a richly lacy. "Yes, Professor Ford."She turned to Lacy's stockinged foot again and lifted it to her face, studying the velvety soft expanse of her sole. Lacy looked on, not saying a word, mouth parted and breathing quickly. Then Madison lowered her head and buried her nose in the space behind Lacy's squirming toes. Squeezing her eyes shut, she breathed in quickly and deeply. Seconds later, she exhaled but didn't lift her head immediately, moaning softly as whatever debilitating sensation she'd provoked. "I wasPrivate Flores, an American warrior in the jungle battles of Laos. Ikilled many and died filled with guilt and hatred. These passions survivedinside me, and even they roil and disturb my karma, to disturb my feminineequilibrium." "Now, look deeper, pull asunder the veil of your consciousness, and bereborn a woman." I visualize a curtain, and pull at its draw cord. Ihear a loud, metallic chatter, the clink of breaking glass and the skitterand pop of rounds ricocheting on the.