He shook her hand making no attempt to show his bone crushing ability—-just a nice warm firm handshake. ‘It’s very nice to meet you Ms. Philips....’ He said, never breaking eye contact. ‘Frank, we’re kind of like the Australian Army here at Global—it’s Janet. Call me Janet. Is there someplace we can talk?’ She said, trying to be a bit more cordial. ‘We’ll, spring has finally arrived in Chicago. I was planning to go outside and sit while I eat my lunch.’ He said, picking up the small paper sack at. She stood up and walked to Bobby. She took his hands in hers.“We were talking about fountain grass, Bobby,” she said softly. “It’s called Pennisetum Setaceum.” She sounded proud that she’d remembered the name. “We have some growing in the back yard, and it wasn’t doing very well. I was afraid it was dying. He looked at it and he was telling me how to get it to grow again. What you heard was him saying he’d help me get it healthy.”Bobby blinked.Imagine, for a few seconds, that a doctor has told. 'Ms.Isgara, i am unsure what it is that you want me to do' i explain n in a soft whisper trying to control myself from telling her i want to be so close to her that i want our bodies to rub up aganist each other as i kiss her and roll my tongue down her throat while i make her choke for a little bit. Right now the only one that is choking in my own breath trying to breath and catch myself as i feel like im in the bricks of an asthma attack being even this close to her and trying to control my. He pulled Angel on top of him, letting her straddle his lap. In the dark attire of her tank top and underwear, her skin seemed all the more pale. Her dark make-up, smudged around her eyes from the days work, and her lips, soft, pale, only a few shades darker than her pale complexion. Her dark brown, almost black hair hung loosely past her shoulders. Rich looked her over, running his hands across the scars on her legs, faded and now barely visible. To him she looked like a dark and powerful.