“Stop by tomorrow afternoon. Wink, wink.”The next day I went to her house after work. She answered the door wearing a bathrobe.“I'm glad you are...willing to try,” She kissed me. There was something different about her. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but after last night's revelations, I wasn’t going to be surprised about anything. Boy, was I wrong?“A couple of years ago,” she began, “I was a part of a group of people like me, like minded and open about sex. We used to get together and had. “No, what, sweetheart?”“Get off me, please!” She struggled under him and almost succeeded in bucking him off.He pulled out and knelt up. “What’s wrong?” She ignored him and curled into a ball, her prayer barely audible over her tears.“Please, God, let me be barren!”Without a word, he eased himself out of their bedroll and let her cry herself to sleep.A rough hand shook her awake and she sat up, wiping sand from her eyes. Caleb was already dressed and the horses were saddled. He held out an. But the cat was already out of the bag. That was because my phone made a loud text alert and I looked delighted.I said in my best airheaded tone of voice, “Excuse me but I have to take this. This is my best-friend-forever and she is telling me which club to meet her at.”The text read, “Vasily Kuznetzov, right hand man of Illia Kuriakinov, Bratva East Europe branch - Former KGB/FSB.” So, this guy was a player in the Russian Mob!!Kuznetzov didn’t want to be there. But the fact that the person who. As I was sitting at the kitchen table, I felt this soft pair of hands cover my eyes. I guessed that it was Tina, but I was wrong. Ronda had appeared at the Chateau just about an hour before Fred and I arrived. She whirled around me and sat her cute little ass on my lap once again. Clearly, she was on the horny side as she wrapped her legs around me and pulled herself into me. We kissed much like teenagers before Ronda got off my lap and took me by the hand down the hall to my bedroom. Just like.