“So what brings you here?” the young man probed again after a short silence. “What else? Same as everyone else in Vegas.” “You didn’t make...enough money in Sales?” “Yeah, yeah I made plenty, but what’s it to you?” Don slumped back in his seat, his fists clenched on the table. “You come in here, all smiles and pushy questions? You think just ‘cos we both served for our country you can pry into a man’s life? Just what do you want, mister?” The young man sat impassive, and thought for a second. “I. I know YOU, Davey, and I know just how much you’ll try and push yourself. THAT isn’t happening, no siree Bob! Not on MY watch, BROTHER! You WILL do what I tell you to do until I AM satisfied that you’re all better and safe! Understand me, loverboy? I will not lose you now that you’re back, I won’t!” she told me, all calm and collected, but with steel in her voice, while her eyes pierced me like daggers.She was letting me know that if I valued her that I would not fight her on those. "Oh my god!" I squeak as I skip over to Petra and greet her with agentle hug- a gesture that clearly makes her mother uncomfortable,though she doesn't seem to mind when Bryony and Sabrina greet Ariadnathe same way. "What are you doing here?" You twisted my arm so much!" Petra replies as she greets Melissa witha hug. "I thought I could not say no anymore, hehe!" Glad to hear it!" Melissa says with a trademark smug smile."They will only be coming for a few trying out lessons," Petra's mothersays. My position was behind boss, and when my eyes met with my wife’s in silence she again smiled at me in a tacit indication, and intelligent Sudeshna could read my mind or what was on my mind then.She nodded her head in acquiescence, and pulled Mr. Yenduri further close, pressing her warm resilient breasts against his broad chest. . . Reaction was instant and spontaneous. . . Boss now slid his hand from her shoulder towards her bosom, and his other hand remained on her waist as usual. My heart.