"If you won't take her, please, give her to your men. I insist."I pushed down any feeling of guilt I was feeling at orchestrating LucindaLilly's fate....I was not an eye for an eye person, but the hurt she putme, and so many others, through was still an open wound. I turned andmoved through the masses of people. There was still one large issue yetto be resolved. Where was Charles Cable? And where was Miranda? Once moreI raised my voice for all to hear. "I need for everyone to stay out ofthe. He remembered the black sedan, the autobahn, the narrow country lane that ambled north through gauzy amber fields to the sleepy village of Weimar, then walking past Goethe’s house, amazed the Linden trees the old man had planted were still so verdant and solid after more than a hundred years, and as he walked by the formal ochre walls he remembered reading Faust when he had been just so – young. Though it had been many years since those quiet words had slipped through his mind in a dusty. .. This was Emma. We chatted about our day, what we had been up to and various other things while we sipped on the bubbly. Emma soon dished up dinner and it was this amazing fish broth with dumplings, and we sat down, ate, laughed and joked like a normal couple would. After diner we cleared away the dishes and cuddled up on the sofa listening to music, chatting and by this time drink a bottle of red.Just having Emma cuddle up to me on the sofa filled me with joy and she knew I had fallen for. " I'm ready now," I responded. "And how long can it take you?" It takes time for a lady to reach perfection," she answered, gracing me with a playful kiss on the cheek. I was a bit upset that it wasn't something more."You are always perfection," I replied with my best smile."Thank you, and nice try," she answered. "But you still have to wait," she said, giving my cock a light squeeze through my pants. She jumped out of the car and headed for the door to her house. Reluctantly, I.