Several minutes elapsed as the trio made their way through security protocols. Kim finished first, and was the first through the door of the sitting r...oom. She made a bee-line for her baby.Mike squealed, "Mama," in greeting, but then looked back at the door expectantly.It took a little longer getting Syon through security, but it was only moments before he and Ryan entered the room, too. Syon was pleasantly surprised at the room. It felt comfortable, like a well worn slipper. He felt himself. ” He smiled. “But…Miss Dylan … at least admit it to yourself.” He handed her the painting and smiled, “Enjoy the show. Enjoy my sex.” His smile reminded her of what the devil must look like … so deep … so tempting.He turned suddenly and walked away leaving her there holding the painting. The crowd pressing in around her stopped her from following him. She watched him go and then looked at the painting again. She found herself understanding the passion it contained. The forms, they were so. She had to hope that he’d gotten the message—finally.Actually, Dante Rodriguez didn’t believe in putting pressure on his customers; it, pressure, was bad business; they always came back if they didn’t feel threatened or, well, pressured; it gave them, the customers, the illusion that they were in control when in fact it was nature, well and the chemicals, that controlled the lot of them. He smiled as he made his way out of the grocery store and to his fancy British sports car which he’d parked. Her husband is 50 years old and works in an IT company. He leaves for work at 9 in the morning and returns home late in the evening.She has a daughter 23 years old and a son 21 years old. No one can recognize that she is the mother of two young children. Her son used to hang out in my workplace to play games on my PS console. We used to hang out every day to play games. He was preparing for exams to go to the USA to pursue his masters. Since we were very close in childhood, I used to hang out.