Just two rings. "Yeah?" Not a man to waste words. "Anderson here Mr Bernstein, Greg Anderson. Just calling to tell you......" Bernstein cut him off..... "That you're making that payment tomorrow?...right Anderson?" What he would have given at that moment to have another bottle of bourbon on hand...even "Southern Comfort" at a pinch. "Er, not exactly Mr Bernstein," he paused, staring at a picture of Jenny on the coffee table. "Look, the fact is I just won't have it tomorrow...I need another. ’ ‘That’s not a bad thing unless you have to work,’ chuckled Sean. ‘Or if you had a companion to talk to and keep you company,’ hinted Mickey. ‘Your cabin is a nice retreat but I would enjoy it and the surrounding area more if you were here to play host and show me around,’ Amanda patted Sean’s arm and winked at him when she heard Mickey’s suggestion. Sean decided to try and derail Mickey’s ambitions. ‘Amanda and I would love to have you as our guest at the cabin for a more relaxing stay once. Amy laughed her rich laugh. "No, I guess you won't." She turned to hug me. "I loved it. I'm glad my ass turns you on." Big time. Now, shall we try out some dinner?" I was hoping that I was smelling something good. I'll have to admit that I didn't notice until recently." Glad to hear it. Come on." I led her out of bed, and we got dressed and padded into the kitchen, bringing the bottle of wine with us.Once again, I enjoyed a great dinner with Amy. As we were lingering over the last glass of. Asthe courier turned to leave, I noticed she was in sportbike gear. She hadno helmet, which meant I got an eyeful of the face of an angel. Even herhair caught the fluorescent lights in such a way that she seemed to glow. As we passed each other, I felt a shiver of familiarity, like I'd seen herbefore, but just out of the corner of my eye.I shrugged it off and gave Dmitri at the counter a big goofy grin. Dmitriwas your typical long-haired metal guitarist, 6'4, full of muscle, andcovered in.