After several seconds Ranatrila opened her eyes and looked at Velakari."I am here because my family, or rather my father's family, is preparing to do ...omething terrible." she said in almost a whisper, as if she was afraid of being overheard by prying ears. She then looked briefly at Michael, who was standing a discreet distance away. Her eyes narrowed momentarily and she bared her teeth slightly before she caught herself and regained her composure, such as it was.Velakari knew instantly where. ‘Wow, that’s amazing. To own your own bar. How awesome.’ ‘And what’s even better…’ Kent said, gesturing towards the front door inset with glass. ‘See those lofts across the street? I own one of those, too. I have a Jacuzzi on my balcony. You wouldn’t believe the things it does when the jets are set on high. Really awesome.’ Hope gazed into his eyes, her pulse quickening. Why had he told her that? What was he suggesting? While she didn’t want to jump to conclusions, she wasn’t going to pretend. I mean, in LA, you'd have to go to West Covina or someplace to find such rustics. And there we were, in Epstein's breakfast room, me and Lars from Fargo, head to head on the Kansas Supreme Court's decision In the Matter of The Estate of Marshall G. Gardiner. I had been up half the night, reading, and then having nightmares about the case. J'Noel, a forty year old post op had made good, become a professor, and then married Marshall, an eighty-something millionaire: like Anna Nicole Smith, but. I felt the bed move and felt a body beside me. I kept my eyes closed but a small smile on my face. He slowly moved my comforter down revealing the dress I wore for him, the air passing through my bare legs and some of it pinching my bare pussy. After a few moments, I felt a hand over my hip. Playing with my dress, up and down.I didn’t move. I felt the same hand over my hair, passing through it and him smelling it.It made me almost shiver.I didn’t move. I felt his hand on my stomach and he.