Forty-five minutes later, the detectives, their bellies full, walked out the back door clutching go cups filled with the best coffee they had drunk in...years. “Shit,” Nelson said to his partner, “no wonder that UPS driver next door keeps raving about the Matthews to my wife. If I had eaten another bite, I swear I would have popped. Hot damn. That was the best steak I’ve had in a while – maybe ever. What about you?”“Fine meat and someone who knows how to cook it, that’s for sure,” Baker said as. ...Angela went to him."Take off your blouse"Now this was the moment of truth, if she objected he would say that he just wanted to show her the black mark, if she didnt object he was going to be balls deep inside her within the hour.Angela took her blouse off and held it in her hands."Put it on the desk and take off your bra"Angela took off her bra, her eyes never left Pauls all the time that she was doing this."Now take off your skirt"Now Angela had been horny all day but, now she could feel. Guilt. These emotions overwhelm me. Where do they come from? What’s this mess worming though my brain? Moments ago, simple thoughts ran through my mind: eat, mate, fight, and flee. Now, I have presence. Now, I’ve gained reason and irrationality, morality and profanity, certainty and doubt. I know language. Millions of ideas, millions of suppositions, millions of insecurities flutter about my head, but the most overwhelming thought is fear of the unknown.I murmur, “I need to fuck…” These words. After the changes that Logan wanted she would have the teeth of a tiger and the grace of a ballet dancer."When do we get to go on board?" Ebony asked excitedly. Over the last month, she had been in an almost constant state of excitement about getting on the ship. She had overseen every aspect of the overhaul and made sure that it was all perfect. Now she wanted to see the finished result."Tomorrow after she is launched, we can go aboard and make ourselves at home. For now, we need to return.