’ That was all he said before he led me out of the lounge and headed for the elevators. When the doors opened he practically carried me inside, back...ng me into the corner before he hit the button for his floor. His eyes seemed to glow as he pulled me against the length of him, much to my surprise we fit perfectly together, like it was meant to be. He leaned down, I felt his lips brush against my cheek before he inhaled my scent. And his hands, my god, his hands, I don’t think I ever wanted to. I put everything back in the box and grabbed my cell phone. I dialed Marcia knowing she would not be at work.“Hey Lar,” Marcia said when we connected, “what’s up with you.”“Dad asked me to work on his house,” I said.“Our house,” Marcia said, “well it was ours until he ran off with some young tootsie, I don’t remember her name, doesn’t matter he doesn’t remember either. Find em, fuck em, leave em is his motto” she said with a sneer in her voice.I had not heard her say such things in the past. "Randy nodded. He seemed to be about to say something else to Jonas, but paused. Thule was there, suddenly, standing next to him. Despite the fact that he was almost as tall as Vladi and, if nowhere near as bulky, still a big guy, Marigold hadn't noticed his approach. By the look on Randy's face, he hadn't noticed either."Good morning, Mr. Tarr," Thule said. "What's good today?"Jonas smiled, "Mrs. Carmichael's made some of her famous chocolate chip cookies."Thule winced, "She still making them. Wordlessly, I picked up my lighter and stood up, well aware of how thepetticoat I was wearing under my uniform was making its pink satin skirtflare out around my knees, offering Mrs. Jones an unobstructed view ofpretty much everything.?Thank you, dear,? she said as I lit her cigarette, then, still leaningover the fence towards me, gently pushed my sweatshirt off my satin-cladshoulders, first one, then the other, until it slid down on the floor. Ifelt a sudden chill on my thin, hairless arms,.