”“I see. Well you are asking the wrong person. Do you know Mr. Ransome in All Saints congregation? He could probably tell you. He set up his own b...siness and then fifteen years later sold it for many millions of pounds.”“Oh. Martha says he is a despicable man, and not to be trusted. I don’t know about asking him.”“He is most certainly not a despicable man. Martha hates him because she tried to humiliate him in public and he made her look very foolish. It is he who paid for the new church roof,. I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing. Not that it mattered, really, because before I knew it he had his hands on my waist, his fingers roaming over the fabric of my top as his eyes seemed to drink me down. “Jack…” I said, not able to tear my own eyes away from his hungry look. “Shh…” he replied, raising a hand to my lips before he leaned down, his mouth ghosting across my neck. “You have to be quiet…” I nodded, willing to do anything that he said. He took his time as he kissed my. We all collapsed, relaxed into the booth. After a few minutes of relaxed silence she said" We should go." We put ourselves back together and like magic the bartender showed back up. He walked us down stairs unlocked the doors, and let us out of the closed store. Before I could even say anything else they rushed me into a cab telling me I shouldn't walk alone at night, and I was back at my hotel in no time. I laid on the bed meaning to rest before I undressed but before I knew it morning was. We knocked out some walls, expanded, and made it into a small apartment. I also added a lot of soundproofing in the walls and ceiling.Megan and Amy asked what I was doing as I added the insulation. When I explained about privacy and soundproofing, they looked at me as if I was crazy, then promptly fell on the floor, giggling uncontrollably. Once they recovered ... kinda ... nothing else would do but to call all the other girls in and try to explain in between fits of giggling what I was doing..