It was still going on, but with less intensity.It was time to leave, which left me with the decision of how to deal with her.As if she was reading my ...ind, she looked up, her eyes into mine. She knew it was time.I could not remember the last time I felt so divided between courses of action. My mind was split; should I explain to her why she could not keep living, being the last survivor of the Caestyr dynasty? Or should I just stab her quickly in the heart, so she wouldn't have time to let fear. She was still thinking that I would be there soon and was getting into the games and the free booze with a fervor. The guys were starting to pretend help her with her shots and she was loosing all thoughts of the mini she was wearing and getting very turned by them rubbing up close to her from behind and trying to get a little feel of her breasts that they could only see from across the table as she was making her shots.This is how it went for a little while until she decided to call me on my. She also helped me with my hairin the morning. I started using the shampoo and conditioner Mrs. Johnsonsent along and also a shower cap she'd given me.Fiona and I did go over to Carla's once during the week. Mrs. Johnsonwas home at the time and she wanted to trim and pluck my eyebrows. Iwasn't enthusiastic."A clean eyebrow line isn't unmasculine, sweetie. It's a part of goodgrooming." I still declined until the girls gave me the evil eye. I lether go ahead and do it. The results still. But you know that isn't going to happen.With Riggs gone, his empire is just waiting for someone to pick up the pieces. All that property is just sitting there. Recalling his family tree, there was no mention of immediate family. Who is going to get control of the properties? My mind just won't give up. Perhaps Teagan has the answer.There is a roar of multiple engines as all of the vehicles are being moved back to the path leading to what's left of the cabin. Then the Vets pile into their.