"Define please." She then asked, drawing another card from the right. "The princess of cups?" Ena regarded the just revealed card quizzically."A belov...ed princess?" The first women who had spoken, mused curiously from the doorway. Her tone suggesting uncertainly as well. Ena had explained 'the tarot' at length of several occasions. She only wished now she'd paid more attention as Ena turned a befuddled gaze at the three darkened figures across from her."I'm afraid in this context I don't. You think a beautiful young, sexy woman like me could love a person like you? Get out of my apartment and my sight!" And Christina Curtis slammed the door!Shannon stood there in front of the door that still shook from the violence. Could it be true or was it a nightmare? Was their relationship a lie from the beginning?The bottle of Johnny Walker didn't help her back in her hotel room, nor the pop radio station that she barely listened to. The more she drank, the more sadness and sorrow she. As tough as she was, she was surprisingly soft. If she was wearing underwear, then he couldn’t feel any.His fingertips brushed cold steel, and he closed his hand around the object, struggling to withdraw another pistol. It looked like a breech-loading handgun, with a single round in the chamber, a weapon of last resort perhaps. He dropped it in the tray, then held out a hand to one of the Marines, the man passing him the scanner. After doing a few passes with the device, it was clear that she. I thought everything was going to fall apart for a while there." A sad look flashed across his face. "But something changed as the meal went on. Your mood shifted greatly, and the look in your eyes..." Ben bowed his head, feeling a little self-conscious about what could be perceived as a less than manly confession. "The look in your eyes was finally meant for me. And I knew it."Ally smiled, her eyes watery with happiness as she caressed Ben's cheek. "You've been so good to me," she said, her.