He was always perfectly tailored, effusing effortless sophistication. He would ensure she was protected, provided for.She shook her head at her though...s. None of these musings really mattered, she knew. There could be no turning back for her now, whether they were to spend the rest of their lives in palaces or hovels or caves. She was completely in love with Raymond Reddington. She couldn’t leave him even if he wanted her to. The only question now was whether or not she would have to convince. The weather was nice now and she had taken to wearing her short skirt and thin blouse to keep cool under the branches of the shade-giving trees.Lucy Hernandez was fifty percent Puerto Rican and fifty percent of mixed everything from her father's side. His family tree was diverse and sometimes bogus depending on which "tall tale" you elected to believe. Her mama was a light-skinned PR girl with real red hair and blue eyes. When she came to New York City she couldn't speak a word of English. Even. I told Nick to bring her by, or send her over, so she could check me out and grill me for her own comfort. If she showed at all, that would mean she was either interested, or needed to shut me down.If she stayed and spent some time discovering who it was that dumped a hungry load in her beau’s hot bottom, that meant she was vetting me for more, hopefully with herself included. And somehow, if we got that far, I figured I could open that door for us all. It was a feral untasted fantasy for me,. Even my brother's own friend started on me, cornering and touching me when he wasn't looking. I would lay awake at night and could still feeling their hands on my breasts and in truth I like it but it was scary too.Sometime around my fourteenth birthday I was getting ready to go out and was travelling from the bathroom to my room with a large bath towel wrapped about me when my brother Tony intercepted me and pinned me up against the wall."Hi big sister," he said."Please," I said with a giggle,.