Just then the phone answered. "Hi, this is Ryan and I can't take your call now. Leave a message and I'll get back to you."Patricia slumped into the ch...ir and waited for the beep. After it had stopped beeping, she said, "Ryan, I'm sorry. I hope you get this message in time. If you meet a woman named Samantha tonight, avoid her at all costs. She will ruin your life, our life together. I love you."Ryan didn't get the message. He lay beside Samantha, as she undressed. Her body was magnificent. Not. His hands caressed her soft breasts, her nipples becoming erect from his touch. He kissed her right breast, circling the nipple with his tongue. He loved the taste of her skin. He turned his delight on her left breast, showing it just as much pleasure. ‘Let me taste you.’ she moaned. She in turn removed his shirt, running her hands along his chest. The feel of his skin was erotic to her touch. She leaned forward and began kissing his neck. Hungry for more, she slowly made her way down,. "Mitch?"Mitch stopped, his train of thought broken."You need a name that's a little more ... feminine." Anya saw theconfused look on his face. "After all, we can't run around calling youMitch all day, can we?"Mitch turned toward Anya; from his expression, it was evident thathaving to choose a female name might have been more than he couldhandle. "I ... I don't know," he stammered, shaking his head.Anya read his body language. "How about something simple, likeMichelle?" she suggested. She. It was Mizz Lee, crying quite openly. “How old is her brother now?” she asked.“I think he’d be about eleven or twelve,” Mizz Patel answered.Mizz Lee looked sad. “I’d offer to take them, but we’re getting on and I don’t think he needs to lose anyone else so young.”There was a knock on the door. Terri poked her head round. “We heard someone crying. Mizz Lee!”The three of them ran to Mizz Lee. “What’s wrong?” asked Rachel.Without thinking, Mizz Patel handed the letter to Terri. The three of them.