“You don’t seem terribly torn up about the fact that Ikuno killed your brother.”“I was, but I was over it by the time I got back home. It’s ...ard to feel sorry for a man who sold you off to a knight then was going to pass you around to all of his friends. He obviously didn’t care about me anymore. All I did was return the favor and stopped caring about him. Besides,” smiling, she ran her hand over her belly, quickly stopping and frowning at her flat and work-toned stomach before looking back at. An entire forty minutes late to be exact. My manager was going to be pissed. Jumping out of bed, I managed to fumble with my cell phone and clothe myself at the same time. A few rings, and a rugged voice appeared at the other end. ‘Jack? I’m so sorry, but I’m going to be a little late.’ I said reluctantly. ‘You’re already a lot late, Samantha. Hurry your ass here, now. We have a lot of customers coming in and we’re short on staff, You aren’t here, and Frankie called off.’ Jack stated, a tone of. ‘Well you felt how big it was. … I hope you don’t think that was small, if you do that must mean that Reg is hung like a horse.’ The coffee had just finished perking and Cyndi poured out two cups. She and Sean headed back to her office. ‘I didn’t get that good a feel, I’d have to say that the verdict is still out.’ Cyndi usually had a half-hour or so of uninterrupted time every morning and even then there was only Sean and one other person that arrived before 7:30 or so. Sean was obviously. I felt a hunger and a need to have her, and to be there for her. It was like I had been filled with a storm and it was carrying me away in its fury. Then, her eyes filled with doubt. I could see it was not fear of me, but a conflict in her heart that caused her to run. It seems that all women are similar in some ways. White or red, they must feel a need to be reassured that they are not simply being used. Elsie had that doubt, but how could I explain? My heart ached and my spirit cried out as.