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"Kids huh?" He chuckled pleasantly and brushed it off as best he could, walking quickly after her into reception. He handed his key card back to the beaming receptionist, also keeping one eye fixed on Kiara to make sure she wasn’t actually leaving the hotel without him. "Was everything all right?" the lady trilled, her large silver earrings dancing about the side of her head. He nodded and waited impatiently for her to run his receipt off. "Thanks. Bye." He bid her farewell as brusquely as possible, glancing down at the ragged piece of paper she'd handed him. It read 'P. Turner & 1 guest, one twin room, 1 night.' he crumpled it up and shoved it deep in the inside pocket of his jacket. He’d have to get rid of that as soon as possible. If Sadie happened across it, she’d never believe that the builders just stopped off at the hotel and stayed in twos and threes there. He pushed his way through the bustling crowd in reception, grabbing Kiara’s hand and nearly wrenching it from its socket as he dragged her out into the cold morning air. "Come on." he barked out as they approached the van, spotting refusal in her asian eyes already. "No,” she answered as firmly as she could. “I’m walking to Jake’s place." He sighed and opened the heavy van door, leaning up against it and looking back at her. “Don’t be so silly. You can’t walk all that way. It’s far too dangerous.” Her mood made him feel like he was actually remonstrating with a teenage daughter, just because she didn’t want to travel with her embarrassing old Dad in his work van. She stepped back, her eyes seeming to already be searching out an escape. He bit his lip and glanced into the darkened cab, an idea forming and saving him just in the nick of time. “You... you don’t want this ring after all then?” The mention of it was like electric current through her and she instantly turned back to face him. He sensed distrust in her dull eyes, but he could tell that the idea of reclaiming her precious ring was starting to permeate. The wind whipped about her as she stood there, loud cars roaring past at top speed on the dual carriageway next to them. Perhaps she could run, run all the way to Jake’s, but even if she didn’t get killed on all the roads, or get lost, would she even find a warm welcome once she got there. She was still petrified of the inside of that van, after everything that had gone on in there recently, but somewhere in her mind, she could feel the presence of Jake’s ring calling to her. She really did want it back desperately and he’d promised he’d give it to her japanese this morning. If she found it, then she could go to Jake’s with it, show him that she’d still got it and that she hadn’t just lost it or thrown it away. He would smile at seeing it, they would kiss, and everything would be ok again. She hesitated for what seemed like an age, looking at Phil and blinking hard. Her better judgment was losing out as images of her and Jake flooded her brain. She hesitated, and then slowly, almost inexorably, she trudged forward, mechanically making her way around to the passenger’s side and getting in. Something troubled her greatly, and she knew deep down that this was wrong. Yet she’d been pulled by some invisible force, still trusting that somehow this would help her and Jake be all right together. She sat there, sulking in her seat, like she’d been condemned. "Put your belt on," he said tersely, slamming his own door and now blatantly dropping the subject of the ring. She didn’t move, ignoring him as he did his own up. 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Her face turned wicked again as she put one drop in each of the bags and said “ I don't do this often. You could make a lot of money. asian Then all faces turned to japanese the door as a tall, willowy nude paced into the room, her heels tapping on the wooden floor and a dark-suited, white-haired man on either arm. I heard a loud "clink" next to me. He invites my grandpa to come and spank me as I have upset him too, and between them I am spanked 6 times. She didn’t even hear the door this time. Time stands still for a moment like he is in a trance. Her beautiful, blonde head dropped to the floor with a slight thud and hot blood jetted across the room. But they swore their oaths to Ava at her coronation over a week ago. And why more and more people are, too.” He picked me up and carried me inside, but he didn’t close the curtains. and the bed. 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