They were both somewhat sated and Ken felt almost bloated with energy. A quick check on Jane showed she felt the same way. The gate swung silently ope...n as he approached with the car. He stopped, waited for it to close, then used the keys that he had to lock it. They didn't want any interruptions tonight, that was for sure. They drove up to the house and unloaded. Ken left Jane to put away the food while he made a last check here and there.Interestingly enough, the master suite and several other. American English. She’s wearing cutoff jeans and a form-fitting tank top, and she looks even younger, perhaps barely 18, than she did from across the courtyard. I try to wish away my gray flecks and the crow’s feet. ‘I wasn’t sure you’d come,’ she says, reaching behind the curtains and snatching her note to me off the window glass. ‘I won’t be needing this anymore, will I?’I nod in agreement, but find myself utterly tongue-tied in the presence of this extraordinarily beautiful and gifted. The men are now standing, Herve comments without taking his attention from me, “Look at those dogs. They are following her as if they don’t want to be far from her. They are like love sick young men.” Tupac isn’t so sure, “No, we are making too much of a simple action from the dogs. Surely, last night would have been enough for her. She took the three of us and then the dogs and her Wolf. That would be more than enough for any woman.” Herve shakes his head, “You might think so, but she. “Sam, come here.”Sam slowly stepped forward, somehow becoming more scared than she already was. “Alright Whitney, here’s your chance. Cut Sam. Destroy her beautiful face. Destroy her beautiful body. Anything you’d like to do to her with this knife is fair game, and I’ll make sure she can’t retaliate.” Whitney’s eyes suddenly shot up, torn between wanting to get even with Sam for the years of abuse but not sure that she could do something like this to her best friend.“Please, no, don’t,” Sam.