I slowed looked up and raised my hand."Good idea. Get her out of here and leave the business up to us Board Members. Patrick, take this and get that c...razy bitch out of here. I don't care where you go or what you do, but I don't want to see her until this thing is done." said the rival COB handing me a money clip."Yes, sir." I replied with a bit more enthusiasm looking at the cash."Honey, you're going shopping today. This is Patrick and he will escort you where ever you want to go." he said. “Justice has finally delivered the insolent Mark to us,” my wife purred as she caught up, bloodlust burning in her slanted eyes. “We shall enjoy his punishment for eons.”A smile crossed my lips. “You're right.” This woman was made for me.“And I shall personally attend to your ex-wife,” Emi added. “She will howl as my knives chastise her for rejecting your greatness.”We reached the balcony of our palace, overlooking our brass city. By bending the fabric of Hell, I could see farther than a human,. Your husband put his arm around you, and you necked and kissed in your own little world. Caressing your tits, he pulled the bottom of your blouse out of your skirt, which allowed free access to your breasts. They were already more responsive than normal and you moaned whenever his hand brushed a nipple. Undoing the clasp of the bra, he slipped the lacy material off so it wasn't in the way any longer. Caressing the hardened nipples, you were really getting turned on and kept pushing up for more. Celeste was dressed as if ready for a ball and Billie had chosen a dull brown shirt, colorful poncho, tight jeans and plain dark brown cowgirl boots. Micki Rogers: We welcome esteemed American period novelist Celeste B. Bush with her extremely gifted biographer Billie Summers. The studio audience clapped politely. Micki glanced at Billie: Straight from riding the range are you Billie? Billie: If you mean horses, no. I’m scared of horses. Micki: And so are most of us although we’re not Texans.