The bar however did seem to have what Taylor was actually looking for. A middle-aged and somewhat scruffy guy who looked busy pulling bottles from box...s and setting them up on the bar, one after another. In front of the bar facing the bartender, a much younger guy was talking more or less nonstop. He wore a ratty pair of jeans and a torn T-shirt with a faded concert logo Taylor couldn’t make out.He had to admit that Crissy’s description of ‘skeezy’ was dead on the money. Everything about this. ‘Hey Tiff,’ I said. I think she expected me to kiss her, but I couldn’t do it. She was eighteen and beautiful, but I knew that one day she’d grow into the cheating bitch who divorced me. I frowned suddenly and thought, ‘Or would she?’ I looked at Tiffany closer. ‘Has she done it already?’ I wondered. ‘Are her and Brad already having an affair?’ I knew it started back in high school, but I didn’t know when. Of course, the real question was did it matter? Tiffany took my hand and led me down the. "I know you like this bitch now tell me how much of a whore you are, and how you love this." Sen'ya said whispering into his ear.It took all of Liam's self control not to say it. Secretly he knew she was right but he wasn't about to admit how turned on he was. He refused to give that final satisfaction no matter what the cost.When he didn't say anything Sen'ya started to withdraw the dildo slowly saying, "Well I guess if you don't want it I can always stop."Without realizing what he was saying. His resemblance to his sister was uncanny and it made her want to trust him. They had the same eyes, except where Caroline’s were warm and kind Will’s were hard. As he watched her she could feel his gaze crawling over her skin. He reminded her of a snake. Suddenly he smiled, but it was a cold, desolate smile. She wanted to leave, to get away from him but she couldn’t abandon the shop. He prowled towards her, dragging a hand along the counter, the action seemed casual, but the look in his face.