Mark decided to follow a hunch and he set the nineteen pages of the June account to one side and quickly started scanning the first few pages of the J...ly account, cross-referencing the entries to those for the previous month. His pulse quickened when he saw that the names associated with the payments being made to the church exactly repeated for each month."Drew, the same names seem to appear each month and the payment amounts are the same each time. It looks like we have a large number of. If Boris’ and Natasha’s plan worked there would be no bloodshed, but Boris’ warning about these being violent men still applied. Just because I didn’t want to go all Rambo on them didn’t mean that they wouldn’t pull out the heavy artillery when things got real.I went back to the hotel and contacted Boris. He said he needed to test communications, so I spent the next hour out at the Jeep verifying that what he was reading was actually happening. He did have me move one of the cellphone hotspots. Her heart was pounding like my own and she was breathing hard. “Oh, Michael, I do still love you. Do you love me?” “Let me count the ways,” I said. I couldn’t remember all of Liz Browning’s sonnet, but I offered what I could: “I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! If God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.” She seemed to melt in my arms, as if a heavy weight was taken off. She wept silently, and her tears soaking into my shirt seemed to wash away all the. How I’d put one spiked heel on the armrest, pulled up my itsy bitsy skirt and shown him the gentle swell of my pubis beautifully clothed in a silky white thong. How I’d taken his hand in mine and guided his fingers across the fabric letting him feel the quivering of my flesh beneath his touch. How, I’d run his finger up and down my moist opening and how we both had watched as the fabric beneath his fingers had got wetter and stickier with his every touch. How I’d lead him up to find the stiff.