We had a group of regulars and we had been on jobs many times just like this one, in other words we knew each other, somewhat. I knew the guys that ha...d girlfriends, and the girls that had boyfriends, and it did not bother me so see them leave together, it was none of my business.So when Linda stayed with us one evening, and we were talking, we got some 'knowing looks', I guess suspicion runs away with people sometimes. I never left with her, or immediately behind her, so if someone wanted. And asking me to help her design her ring, ah, such a wonderful child."Was this scripted? It still wasn't clear when Sam brought me up at the end of his thanks."I'd have been surprised if Ashley hadn't been at the hospital. I met her a year ago. We had a chance to visit while Jeff was working on the gumbo. But the care she took getting us the Wagon Train, the way she found out about us so she could match us up with the gift, told me all I needed to know about her."Ashley, I hope to have you at. All the ingredients for the perfect wedding night were there, except I was living in sin. But it felt so right.I vaguely knew him but damn he was fine.His blue-green eyes had a hint of gold, and when I looked closely, I could see my reflection in the gloss. I could see myself in him.And I could definitely picture him inside of me.His brawn was dominating my vision. His biceps were bigger than my thighs and his abdomen was more rippled than a trail of speed bumps. Yet, everything about him was. He sat down, muttering something that sounded like, ‘fuckin’ bitches’. Claire sat down and Yasmina, once again, calmly asked him if he had any questions. Mick tried angling for time to do some analysis of the offer and that was refused. He tried negotiating on the price and some of the details. There was a little give and take, but in the end, he signed the several agreements and salvaged what he could from his failed marriage. This was the most ruthless display of negotiating that I had.