I am toying with the idea of selling the Cheung Realty business, for with my own sexual orientation there will be no son to whom I can pass it on. I a..., in fact the end of the line: I have no brothers or sisters, nor cousins nor aunts and uncles. My only living relative is my aged mother and when she departs this life I am the last of the Cheungs, so what the hell am I keeping the business for?” My God, what an outpouring after just a few minutes acquaintance. I could see that this guy was in. On one of the bedside tables a large glass of bourbon gleamed. ‘I figured from the liquor cabinet that bourbon is your drink,’ she said, smiling. ‘Quite right,’ I said, clearing my throat. ‘Well, one of them!’ I crossed to the table and took a sip of the bourbon. ‘Thanks! That was thoughtful.’ I took another. And another! ‘Me too!’ she said. She took a sip and smiled up at me. Our lips brushed lightly. Looked at from above her breasts made the shape of two perfect pears, complete with thick,. Unbeknownst to Van, Bobby had turned the recorder back on. As Van buckled his seatbelt, Bobby asked conversationally, "So is this the car you used to run me off the road?" Yes," he said shortly in response to Bobby's question. "I just didn't hit you hard enough."Bobby turned to look at the car with its lights shining at them. He thought it looked like Sandy Goodwin's Toyota. He punched the button to roll down his window for a better look.Immediately after clearing the driveway, Van turned off. ’ He opened the door and stepped out of the car. It was nearly dark now. That would help them. There would be less activity in the building and they’d be able to negotiate the security measures without looking so obvious. Emma and Laura came to stand next to him. He took a set of cuffs from the belt of the SPF’s uniform and tossed them to Laura. ‘Oh, Liam,’ she said in a mock little girl voice. ‘Do we have time?’ He shook his head and sighed. ‘Cuff yourself and Irish. If anyone asks, then I’m.