Why Manhattan of all places she didn’t know, but she had the feeling that Don Bluestein probably wanted it that way. The money from her new book con...tract wouldn’t come in until later in the week. She couldn’t afford a night out in Manhattan between contracts, but she was determined to go anyway. Her E- Z Pass would cover the tunnel toll, and her credit card would pay for parking and a hotel room. She wasn’t about to drive back to New Jersey all tipsy. She reserved a room at the St. Mark’s hotel. " Lydia said between her soft moans. "I... I want this... please, love me my Thane... Carthalo." Carthalo stood, and began to peel off his armor. Bits of leather, iron, and fur fell to the floor in succession revealing the dark, muscled physique of the Redguard swordsman. He untied his hair, the thick dreadlocked coils fell to his shoulders. Lydia's hand instinctively went between her legs, her fingers slid through the silky black bush that grew there and into the warm and wet walls of her. He looked me up and down, and ran his tongue over his lips. “I’m very glad you’ve made this decision for your family Betty. And I’m sure if you’re father knew he would be just as happy.” I shuddered. “Now, I want you to take off everything except your shoes and jewelry Betty.”I slid down my skirt, took off my shirt, and began to cry as I removed my bra. Mr. Thompson sat there, unmoved, gesturing to continue. I slid down my panties, my trim pubic hair that no boy or man had ever seen before,. So, how are things with the family?" Lara switched lanes and subjects as their exit approached. "The usual. I'm such a disappointment." "No, you're not. They don’t say that." "Not out loud, but it's definitely what they think." She considered. "Okay, not Evan. But the rest of them." "I've never understood that." Lara turned onto Route 1. "I know they're into sports, and that takes talent and work. But you have talent and you work hard, it's just different talent. So I don't see how they can be.