And then to the smile on her face, which was free of make up, and her thick, dark hair. Gemma didn’t notice Ryan caressing her body with his eyes. S...e sat on the sofa while they made small talk, and Ryan poured their drinks. When the doorbell rang she was thankful for the interruption. She had never felt so uncomfortable with him before. She was clinging on to his every word, and feeling so self-conscious about her laugh. She made herself another, stronger drink and then settled back down on. Then, trying to sit down in the car seat wasanother experience I will never forget. It took me about five minutes tofind the best way to sit without pushing the plug in deeper. Even then thehalf hour ride to the club was total agony for me with the pressure,bloating and cramps I had to endure. Finally we pulled into the parkinglot at the side of a building with a sign "THE Black Dahlia Club." Again I had difficulty getting out of the car, but at least I did not havethe pressure of the butt plug. The few times Maggie talked to him, he had been wearing what appeared to be the same white wife-beater, shorts and smelled a lot like a bucket of sweat. This time was no different."Uh…hi, Mr…sir." Maggie said weakly, forcing a smile on her face. "What brings you to my door?"Her landlord humphed at her disapprovingly with a stern glare. "You know very well what I'm doing here, Miss Jones. You think I don't notice you sneaking past my door, and pretending you're not at home when I ring your. She would not push the issue. They would, in time, grow lax, and complacent ... they had little concept of discipline.Or, if the gods she didn’t believe in were merciful, the members would all assemble in their lair at once, and she could end this hunt in on swift action.Li Kuan continued to wait.She awoke in tears that morning, and it frightened her, as Li Kuan had no idea why.As she lay on the cheap bed, madly searching for a reason, it dawned on her.It was Thanksgiving.Li Kuan knew few would.