Looking straight at me with his piercing blue eyes, he drawled, “Let me have a look.” As he began working on the wheel, his friends wandered aroun..., stretching their legs and adjusting the bags on the back of their bikes.He was about 50, over 6ft. and dressed in scruffy, denim and leather. His denim jacket was covered in badges, with a huge skull, in the centre. He had long shaggy, greying hair, which matched a big, fluffy Van Dyke beard. When he took off his jacket, his arms were covered in. Well the taxi came and we both hopped in the back. Chatting all the way home.When the taxi pulled up we got out, I paid and the taxi disappeared off. Leaving Janet and I outside of our houses."Well aren't you going to ask a lady in for a night cap"?, she asked."You are more than welcome to come in".I opened my door and we went through to the sitting room and Janet sat on one of my couches. "What would you like", I asked."Surprise me", was her answer.Normally I have a few bottles of Bud and not. But that is the only thing I can figure out that he might have been doing.Up until the time that I came to Master Will's family I considered sex to be an unpleasant job at best. But that was because I was a working prostitute when I was picked up. And that was not by my choice at all. Simply put once I was away from where my father could easily influence events and where he was not apt to travel the attitude of those he 'hired' to take me out of my home country changed. Suddenly I was like any. Marco slammed a fist down on the study desk. Fuck! That fucking Julian Blackmore! It had to be him! Anger and hatred shaded his thinking. Only one thing resonated through his brain; KILL HIM!Grabbing the phone, he dialled from memory. His plan was clear, crystal clear. He'd rent a fast boat and run it from Italy to Nice. That way he could take some guns and Guido with him. He'd find Julian Blackmore and slaughter him, a full frontal assault, no hesitation. He could arrive from the sea and slip.