‘I like you, Mr. Gentner. You have the right answers to my questions. We will do business together and both of us will profit greatly.’ ‘That’... exactly the way I see it, Mr. Larios.’ ‘Tell me, Mr. Gentner, do you prefer blondes or brunettes?’ ‘If you’re offering me a woman for the night, I must tell you I have no preference. I am certain that any woman provided me will be most enjoyable, and a memorable experience.’ ‘Take the brunette. Let Mr. Pardo have the blonde.’ ‘Thank you for giving us. Without the pressure of being the eldest, he enjoyed life to the fullest. He had his pick of women and played the field expertly. When he did decide, he picked a real beauty, Catherine Pelham-Wilkes, daughter of the Earl of Graydon. Blonde, blue eyes, and statuesque, Catherine could have picked anyone but she chose William. It seemed to be a match made in heaven and the marriage just before he went to France with his battalion was destined to produce wonderful children. That is until William. "She stood quietly while he toweled her, his fingers moving lovingly over her sensitized skin, then she did the same for him, her hands lingering between his legs, staring directly up into his eyes."Damn!" he said. "You're a perfect little bitch. I can read F-U-C-K written plainly in your eyes."She laughed. "Now you're loosening up, daddy. And I want to be your bitch, be perfect for you. Come on--let's go try out that bed."Playfully, they tumbled together on the bed, laughing and tickling each. He hated that look in his victims, the kind of lookthat showed they thought they had a chance of getting out of it."Don't you want your bag back?" he asked with a smirk. Danny still justeyed him levelly. "Yes, Jack. Listen, just give it back to me." He spokein a calm monotone, too, and Jack raised one confused eyebrow. What wasgoing on here? After a pause, Danny continued. "I know you want to beatme up, and that's ok, but I've got a family heirloom in that bag, andit's really fragile, so if you.