" Then why the tears? That sounds like a reason to be happy."Megan sobbed again. "I love him. Oh how I love him. But I told him 'no.' Actually, it was... more like 'maybe.' There are too many problems."Her mother sighed and put her arm around Megan. "All right," she said. "I have plenty of time. Tell me all about it."Megan said, "It's so complicated. You know that he's older than I am. And he's rich. Or he seems rich to me."Her mother laughed. "Those sound like excellent reasons to marry him.". Actually, I wanted to fuck him like a jackal, but that wasn’t Michael’s style. I timed myself to find a spot in front of the door he would be coming out of, and to lean against the side of the car dressed in a royal blue trench coat that barely covered the top hem of my stockings and the clips of a black garter belt that he sent to me when he was away in France one time. They went with the black lace bra with a push-up bra with a nude lining that I was also wearing. All that and a pair of sheer. I slapped him some more for the pleasure of hearing my open hand on his face.After pulling everything I can from touching someone, I don't get visions from them unless they have some significant new experiences or I forget what I had seen. The latter was never going to happen with Celia's rapists.I knelt down so I was head level to Stephen. "Let me guess what you're thinking right now. 'Whose brother or daddy found out what I did to her?' Or at least that's what you should be thinking."We were. Tell them "Agents down." They'll pinpoint your location and come in force," Davis answered.I nodded. "You're our rescuer if we fail. So go and be safe." I touched each of them in reassurance. They turned and ran, heading for the other corridor and the stairs. I turned back to the agents. "I know where I saw Victoria last. If we're quick, we may get to her before she gets away. From my understanding there are several exits from this facility."They looked at each other. Marks gave Davis a stern.