”“Okay, pizza? I can call ahead and it will be there waiting for us.”“Oh, gosh please no Domino's, I hate that so called pizza.”“Not to wo...rry, I know a gourmet place near my house. What kind of chef would I be if I ate cardboard pizza? What would you like on it?”“Veggies are fine; I don't eat much red meat. Whatever you want on it is okay, Lauren.”“Fine, a veggie pizza. I'll call in a few when we get closer.”Renee smiled, stretching her legs out and her arms up; she tried to suppress a yawn to. Gruthsorik had taken up residence in the front corner of the cell near the outer entry door. Lauren stuck close to the walls whenever she moved between the bunk, the toilet/shower area, and the inner entry door in the other three corners, constantly keeping an eye on the demon. Right now she was still asleep in the bunk. Gruthsorik was awake, however. Claire paused to speak to him. "You haven't gone after her again yet." Oh, she knows it's coming," he said. "She's constantly on edge, expecting. There was no immigration to the islands and only temporary visas. The residents worked the resorts, casinos, airport and tourist shops. There were no personal taxes or property taxes. Heavy taxes on the tourists paid the bills. There were no taxes on the winnings at the casinos.Pirates Bank was a storage facility and accepted transfers and such deposits directly from depositors who walked in the door carrying the items to deposit to their numbered accounts. New customers walked out with a. The thin strap of her new, white dress was slipping off her shoulder. His lips were brushing against her shoulder, pushing the soft material lower down her arm. "Yeah.." she whispered. Her eyes were closed. She didn't know if she wanted to go through with it. She didn't know if she was ready, but she loved him. And her body was shivering. And his breath against her skin was driving her insane. That was enough, right? She pushed away a little, beginning to tell him to stop, but before she knew.