“I’m sorry,” Donna exclaimed, trying to cover herself. “No biggie,” I replied. “I’ve seen boobs before.” With one hand holding her to...wel, she stretched to hand me the plumber's tape. She fell forward, landing on my leg, her face just inches from my raging hard on. “While you there,” I remarked, leaving my comment intentionally unfinished. Donna buried her head in to the space between my legs, her hand outstretched and holding on to the roll of tape. There was no good way for her to recover. “How can that be? It would be simple for one of you to snatch up the other.” She turned to Leanne with a knowing smile. “ Ma cherie, you could solve a lot of arguments that way.”“I’ve never liked the kind of man my father is,” Jake said. “Leanne and I are trying to do it differently. So far it’s worked for us. I think that we value what we have too much to be tempted to take control of one another. I’ll be glad to tell you more about it when we have more time to just talk, but I have some. He was discreet enough not to mention that someone with some clout had wired me into the Folsom soirée. An 8 PM affair and I showed up at 7.He led me up to the Conference Level, to a smallish room — Sequoia. Where two white-clad girls were already setting the dining table. Following hotel protocol, I was similarly attired.The rectangular wooden table looked like it belonged in a conference room; it probably did double duty during the day. Ten beige leather chairs — four/four and one/one ringed. ?" Carrie blurted.Ryan shook his head decisively. He took off his sunglasses for the first time. He put them carefully down on the tabletop."I don't really want to be cold and... mean spirited, I guess are the words to use," he said slowly. "There's nothing to be gained and it would be a waste of time." Look, Carrie... uh... I'll be getting married next week."Carrie was taken aback, shocked at the news. She hadn't expected this. It had never occurred to her Ryan would move on... and if it had,.