“No, that’s alright, thanks for asking Mrs. LeBleu, Tim stammered.” Tim couldn’t help notice how she was dressed. She was wearing a short, b...lack skirt that showed off her beautiful thighs and ass, and her large breasts pushed against her white blouse. “By the way, call me Celeste, my first name. Alright, I think we know why you’re here.” She walked up to him and gave him a quick, short kiss, then pulled away. Tim could feel a boner rising in his pants. Another kiss, this one much longer. ''I will be very careful, Ben.'I anxiously wait for James to tell me anything he can about this evil that is coming closer.'Ben, I have very bad news for you. This man is coming to kill you. I believe that he has been hired by the group that you thwarted from the kidnapping of young girls, going to the Middle East. He doesn't know who hired him, just that he is to avenge their wrath against you. He is a very well known assassin in Europe, and has always been able to escape the clutches of the. " She was hurting, Bo. What was I supposed to do, just leave her tosuffer by herself?" Don't give me that shit, Jesse. I'm not some wanker off the street.I've watched you chat up with her since the two of you met. You werelooking to take her to bed from the beginning and now you've gone andthrown a spanner in the works. What in the hell were you thinking? I'vesaid a hundred times relationships and business don't mix. I could ticoff a score of bands that have broken up because members got cozy.. On top of that, she was still shackled. What kind of person shackles another in a wagon moving over the mountains? That was like tying them to a rock and dropping them over the side of a ship. The same kind of fool, I supposed, who left with his father to kill a man and steal his horse and showed no interest in what had happened to anything but the horse.I owed the girl nothing. I would never, ever, have shared a camp with these folk, no matter what the circumstances. But one of them had either.