“Kill him slowly,” she said. She drew out the word slowly, holding onto the ‘oh’ sound as if she were tasting the word as she said it. She the... turned and walked down the hallway back to the main room. I was hoping it wouldn’t come to that. If Boris’ and Natasha’s plan worked there would be no bloodshed, but Boris’ warning about these being violent men still applied. Just because I didn’t want to go all Rambo on them didn’t mean that they wouldn’t pull out the heavy artillery when things got. As the girls jumped into the water, they were laughing and splashing around. I moved quickly to a big tree, closer to the action. Arti was just about to jump in when she heard a branch snap near the trees. She could not see anything but with her friends chasing and splashing each other, she figured she should take a look. She quickly walked behind their blankets and, from the corner of her eye, she saw a figure move between the trees. I made it to the other tree and he leaned carefully out to. She knew that those eyes could get her just about anything she wished. She also knew she could attract or scare off anyone with them as well. She had high cheekbones that spoke of her Spanish heritage, and her lips were full and succulent, almost beestung in their appearance. She looked at her chest. Her shoulders were firm, but slightly rounded. Her arms were muscular in the manner of a female exercise instructor, and very strong. She knew she was stronger than some of the men here. Her. They sat over the coffee and discussed his fee for the evening, when and where to meet, then, left for their separate ways with a date for the Friday evening. She had arranged for a limousine to first pick him up and then her, on the way to the hotel. At seven, Friday evening, Robert locked his front door and pocketed the keys in his rented tuxedo. The waiting stretched limo drove to her address in Chelsea, a narrow mews off of Flood Street. Sally looked as if she should have wings sprouting.