" coupled with yourcute smile relaxes me completely. "How about some wine?" I ask, afteryou're seated. We sip white wine for a few minutes, and when o...rconversation finally lulls, you look into my eyes, and say "You looklovely, Rebecca - I knew you would.". Butterflys in my tummy! You placeyour hand on my leg while we're talking, and I place my hand over yours- privately, I think it looks sooo sexy - my long red nails gentlycaressing your hand while we talk. You scoot a bit closer, and when. Cheap. When it comes to money. Ill do anything for a cheaper price. This is our dream home. said Mrs. Royal. I smiled. The Smallwood fixed up a spare bedroom and let me live there. While I worked on there house. I got the work done much faster and I took some money off my original estimate. I said. We could do that. We have a big spare bedroom next to the master bedroom. said Mrs. Royal. I put my hand on the front pocket of my cargo shorts. Did they do anything else to help get a better price?. I was hoping he'd make some kind of move so I could knock him on his ass. He backed away from me a little. "How about it Ryan, you agree with your brother about putting me out of business if I refuse to sell?" Jackie I thought you'd see that this was a good, fair offer. Frank didn't mean what he said about that other stuff. We're businessmen not thugs. Frank watches too much television that's all. If you don't want to sell, then we'll just undercut you on price until you can't compete. There's. “Ping.” I receive the anticipated email. “There is something for you under the large tree closest to you.” Chris writes. I find a picnic basket, bring it back to my rug and open it. There is champagne, a glass, chocolate covered strawberries (my favorite) and a black box about 20cm square with a note attached. The note reads; “It is time to step things up a bit. I can no longer just watch you and hope you feel the same way. Please enjoy the strawberries, have some wine to think it over and.