Every yearhe surprised her with something different. Ryan pulled her against him and brushed an errant strand of hair from herface as he kissed her. ...Meg, I've made plans for tonight and the rest of the weekend. I will behome at 5:00 pm. You're to be ready for dinner out. You know the rules, baby.By the way, pack a bag for both of us. We're going to Matt's cabin for theweekend." He kissed her and left the bedroom. She heard the door shut behind him, followedby the roar of the engine as he. God knows where the momentum came from, but it rolled...and rolled...and rolled. Ker-plunk, it sunk in the same pocket as the black. A foul and game to me, I'd won, albeit by default, but won nonetheless. I took the wad and stuffed it firmly in my pocket, refusing the plea of 'double or quits'. No fucking way.Drinks all round, Natalya, the other East European barmaid did the honours. Not as attractive as Saskia, she was a good few years older, in her late twenties, with crow's feet around the. "through those favors, they have never been enough to subsist on for more than a couple of steps up the ladder. But when you control the players, as I do now, you can make your own rules and make people come to you for those favors,"I of course knew the truth, but I probed him further. "As in pulling off whatever financial deal you want, right?" Exactly. These women are our future Gordon. Through the money they bring in, legitimate business or not, we can divest into other areas. I hate dealing. Rapidly as she answered Victoria's own words. Ryan loved Victoria. Victoria didn't know how she felt, yet!Victoria dropped the towel behind her. Victoria sensed Ryan's presence. Holding either end in her hands was Ryan. Ryan's head and neck were resting in a sling that held Victoria to her. With a gentle coaxing, Victoria's hunger was renewed. Ryan opened her mouth, as she moved down. Her hands reached behind Victoria to pull Victoria's ass toward her. Victoria's head rocked slowly. Ryan's.