It almost sounded like he expected me to hate him, to loathe every second I had to spend with him. ‘Yes, truly. The question now is, will you ever ...love me or will you only love our children?’ I would rather he love me, but so long as he loves my children I will be happy with that. I can’t ask for anything more. ‘I think I will love you. I will love our children more, but that is how life is supposed to be. Yes, I will love you, if I don’t already. You are an amazing woman. Strong,. . . that’s all." "I can't . . . I've never done anything like that before. I don't know what to do." He stared into her wide blue eyes and laughed softly. She knew instinctively that the more she protested her innocence and inexperience, the more he would want her to do it. "It’s just like stroking a dog or a cat, but you'll enjoy it much more." "How do I know that?" "Let’s give it a try. Kneel down in front of me and gently stroke . . . MY COCK." At this point, Mike molded his fingers around. Tracy reflects further. What is her real value? The value which would be reflected in any real sale or transfer deal? It was obvious. She was valuable, thanks to the financial information she carried. No one has spent even two minutes since she had arrived asking her anything about the Randolf Corporation. Nothing about its financial position, market exposure, true value of assets or commercial intentions. That was the sort of information which made money. Tracy had the answers. Tracy had cards. Kira told her it was alright and asked Jenny if she was ready. Jenny saidshe was and after a pit stop on the way out she hauled herself up intothe passenger side of the big truck and settled in for the next leg ofthe trip.Jenny watched Kira. Unlike herself Kira still dressed for the most partas she had before the Shift when she didn't have to wear business attire.But unlike Jake she seemed to be doing it more for familiarity andcomfort rather than as a defense. Kira's curly hair wasn't very.