And he knew plenty of ways to manipulate Bethany's hostility into an even sexier relationship than he might have had with her otherwise.One afternoon ...hilip picked up his telephone at work and he called Bethany at home. When the phone rang and Bethany answered, Philip simply said, "Bethany, this is your father-in-law Philip and I want you to join me for lunch at the Golden Hind Restaurant over on Bellamy Avenue at 12:30. Be there, Bethany, do you understand?" Without saying any more, Philip. You have no emails, or letters, or chat logs of any of this do you slave? Of course you don?t....why do you think I said it in video chat and not anywhere else?? ?Besides, it isn?t blackmail my little slave. You are not paying me for my silence; not at all. You are paying me for my dominance and control. You already knew it wasn?t going to be free...you just didn?t fully realize how much it was going to cost you. You are taking things the wrong way. I am providing you with a service here. Renee locked the doors behind Rebecca and Colleen and started across the hangar towards me, when something hit her, and she dropped. I could see she was in trouble, so I scooted across the concrete floor, grabbed her by the collar of her jacket, and dragged her back behind the tug, not forgetting to pick up her pistol on the way.I could hear gunfire and vehicles racing around outside the hangar and risked taking a look.I shouldn't have.Several of our protectors had been taken out of action. We. ‘Need to put my horse up for a day or two,’ Green replied. The liveryman’s narrow eyes sized him up, glancing at the makeshift rope hackamore on the pinto. ‘Indian pony, huh.’ He lowered his eyes. ‘Not shod.’ Green nodded. ‘Couple of bucks jumped me a few days back.’ He spoke slowly, softly, meeting the man gaze. ‘Killed my horse. I caught this one . . . afterwards, the other spooked and got away.’ ‘Un, huh,’ the liveryman said, He glanced at the ivory handled Colts on Green’s hips. He didn’t.