But that offer, that promise, stuck in my mind, even now.There were a million reasons not to, but I called her.After four rings, Carrie answered, with...a confused mumble I couldn't translate into words."Carrie?" Natalie?" she said, her words slowly beginning more distinct. "Can't this wait until morning?"I took a deep breath, knowing I had reached my Rubicon. "I want you, Carrie. Now."When you think these events ahead in your mind, it's like you're living in a movie, where the audience has just. Ohhhhh... Even with Darren in the room He wanted to...oh god.Moving as quietly as she could, Jenny turned herself around and, not wanting to be any more uncomfortable than necessary, struggled out of her blouse—but left her camisole bunched up over her breasts and the clips on her nipples, knowing that was what He would want.Then, looking over her shoulder (and wishing she had a rear-view mirror) she backed up between His legs, an inch at a time, being careful not to accidentally kick His chair. "I just wanted to make sure you are okay." Make sure I was okay or told to watch and follow me to make sure I behaved?" the girl snapped back."That's not fair, Julia. I don't belong or report to Slavic. You know that. But I do show him the respect he deserves, as should you. He is concerned about you and why you are here."Natalie laughed and it was a musical pleasant laugh to hear. "If I wanted Slavic's position I could cut his heart out and take it like that." She snapped her fingers. "And. I went to look at it and the car was in pieces. Her kids told her to get rid of the car and get some cash for it. I looked at the Mustang and offered her $4,000. She balked and countered at $4,500."Sure, five hundred dollars won't kill me," I replied.In the back of my mind, I heard a little voice yelling "money pit". I began to write out the check and asked the lady for her name."Lilly Morgan," she answered.Then, I began to notice that she was a good looking woman. She was in her mid-fifties,.