." He didn't finish the sentence. There was no need to do so. I understood perfectly what the dilemma was that he (and she) were facing.I didn't want ...to seem overly eager, so I sat there a few moments, as if I was thinking about his proposition---and then I replied: "Yeah. I'll do that. No problem."Richard let out a sigh of relief as I said that, and I saw him squeeze his wife's hand (and her facial expression was one of relief as well)."How much---money, do you charge for this sort. He felt she was a bit out of his league. But, Mahmood’s woman, Jasmine, was fine as wine in his mind. Her skin shimmered like gold. She had large hazel eyes and stood about five-nine. And then there was the accent. She was born and raised in the U.S. Virgin Islands. She came over to run track at Morgan State. She was some kind of sexy. Secretly, he dreamed of fucking her. He would never tell that to Mahmood though.Matt went about his day and it was mostly a breeze except for one jerk off who. That should give us more of a feel for the actual numbers we're dealing with."We'd discussed this previously at home and had formulated our basic approach. We'd decided to handle any Watchers immediately this time since we weren't likely to ever see them again, so striking while the iron was hot was important. That's why we were so ready the previous night. Basically Cate would give them the whole spiel about how they were part of a select 'people', and that they needed to learn about their. He was cleaning his gun. I sat on the sofa and watched him. He looked to be in his late twenties, had black hair, cut short to his scalp, and dark violet eyes. He was wearing jeans and nothing else. I thought he was beautiful. I was content to just sit and stare at him. When he turned to look at me, a shiver ran up and down my spine. We talked through the night, actually, I talked and he just listened. For the first time in my short life someone just listened without passing judgment or giving.