She scooted out of the cage, coming to stand next to the half man half woman."Oh, how silly of me to have forgotten to introduce myself. I'm V, and I ...lready know who you are, Harley. Everyone is really curious about you. Come on now," she waved again when she realized that Harley hadn't been following her."Right through here," she said, opening a tent flap and leading her across the little clearing. Before, when Cal had led her, she had been too concentrated on him to notice anyone else, but. ‘Don’t hurt me,’ she whispers, voice trembling with apprehension. ‘Please.’ ‘Oh no,’ I reply, breath tickling her ear with the softness of a feather, ‘I wouldn’t dream of it. Quite the last thing on my mind, really.’ A small whimper escapes her lips as I brush my lips over the outside of her ear, licking and nibbling at the lobe, my fingertips gliding over her shoulders to undo the buttons of her dress. One button…then two. The touch of my fingers brushing over the hollow of her pale throat. She threw the envelope she’d been carrying onto the coffee table and headed for the bar. She mumbled curses under her breath as she poured a small amount of orange juice and a large amount of Vodka into a glass of ice. After quickly downing the drink she made another and headed for the sofa. There she reopened the envelope and read the letter for the fifth time. Regrettably, no matter how much she wished otherwise, the wording was still the same, she’d been charged with fraud and theft for not. He could have studied anything he wanted in college, but he took his lifelong fascination with weapons and built it into a very lucrative business. I did the same for him as I did my other kids, and gave him start up money.He was a master gunsmith, with a an almost cult following. He specialized in SWAT team weapons, customizing and tricking out their weapons. He guaranteed their sniper rifles to three hundred fifty yards. You could cover the first three shots with a quarter, the next three.