No, she could not tell me where. I paused, thinking."Please give me Robert Mancini," I asked."Mr. Mancini isn't in either," she answered.She did not s...y that there was a link between their absences. But funny enough, there suddenly was one in my brain. My poor paranoia-ridden brain.An hour later it was still there.I had by then tried Betty's cell phone twice, but she never answered. It seemed shut down, understandably when she was in a conference.I felt silly.My thoughts seemed stuck in a. What I hadn’t been expecting was for him to have a companion standing close by. His security guard, a large black man with a mean expression, grinned at me and I knew that there wasn’t going to be one man using my body, there would be two. You realized quickly what was going to happen. You gave a strangled “No,” and started to take my hand to pull me out of the room. The security guard moved quicker than I would have thought possible for a man of his bulk. He pushed you into the chair, his. I was wearing a short skirt and pink thongs. So I nonchalantly opened my legs enough knowing he can see my thongs. Once I realized he had seen and was getting turned on pretending not to notice but stealing a glance when I wasn't looking at him. I bent a little and opened my suitcase pretending to find something and pulled enough sexy panties out of the suitcase on the floor as I continued to look for nothing. I know he saw all the sexy panties; that must have turned him on. I looked up as I. Until this morning that is. Shit, I’m sorry, that didn’t come out the way I meant it. I just feel like I don’t KNOW you sometimes!”“I don’t understand. Do you feel like I’m getting too, I don’t know, ‘casual’ about hurting people who are trying to harm me or my family?”“I guess that’s what’s been bothering me, yes. It’s like, after you and Bob killed the guys that you did over the last couple of weeks, that I wasn’t seeing any regret. I started feeling like you guys felt it was easier to kill.