What would Neil do should he lose his patience? Would he make a grab for Leanne? Maybe. Probably. He might even justify it by believing that I don’t...really care for Leanne. I shook my head. “What do I do?”“We have to know him better than he knows himself,” she said. “That note suggested he had help. He could even be a member of the Assembly.”I thought about that. “You said the Assembly doesn’t offer violence. Neil isn’t opposed to using violence to get what he wants.” I described the last. No one ever said something directly to them. She knew they had been careless a few times by holding hands or kissing. Thomas’s concerts always sold out. To upset them would mean cancellation of their appearance and future appearances. Marlena always let their sponsors know that she would invoke the no-fault cancellation clause she had written into their contract if everything wasn’t to Thomas’ satisfaction.Along with his fame and wealth came a desire for autonomy and he became less sexually. His wife’s opinion was making a difference too. She watched his eyes flicker guiltily down from her little waist to her bare legs. Legs that guys liked - though why she had no idea.“It’s alright Ryan,” she added, “I know what I’m doing.”She didn’t really have a clue what she was doing of course, it was uncharted waters, but that was the point. This was beyond exciting now. She didn’t know Ryan’s dad but she sort of liked him: just because he was angry now didn’t mean he was bad. His aggression. But now, her repeated returns, the continuing mystery of her identity, the combination of threats and enticement, the fact that she always kept her face veiled throughout their carnal encounters left him feeling used. Although it wasn’t clear to him what influence Lady Henderby might have on his fate, he didn’t feel able to risk the threat.The woman seemed to sense his acceptance and led Tim by the hand into his own room. She shook her head at it’s untidy state but pulled the bed covers back.