So we started talking and thought it would be fun to hang out some time. I could tell she still had a crush on me. So after talking for a while we fou...d time to hang out and watch a movie one night. As we were sitting there watching the movie we got closer and closer to each other till she was laying in my arms. As we each got more comfortable I decided to work my hand down her pants. I was sitting on the couch with my legs open and she was sitting between them with her back on my chest so it. Behind and all around her was the yawning, bottomless pit that had become her entire existence since her death.And yet, just ahead there was a light, the merest whisper of hope. It was faint in the darkness of her mind and as gossamer and fragile as spun glass. The smallest pressure would shatter it into broken, glittering shards. It would be so easy to let go and embrace her weakness and cowardice. To just be the worthless serving girl the Baroness had forged her into. Just be... A mindless. "Get stuffed, I have driven all the way over here to see you. I am not leaving. Tell your lady friends that you will have to re-arrange!" I will never learn!"I am not going anywhere. I think I will stay for lunch!" With that I grabbed a bottle of wine and promptly helped myself. No glass, just straight down the throat. "Not bad and now I can't go anywhere. Not even you would make me drink and drive...and I am not going to disappear around the farm either. I am staying here."With that, her anger. I usually do small, private events, for no more that 50-60 people. Business has been good, and I occasionally get to meet stars here and there. Never any A-listers, but it's fun to get to hob-nob with the likes of people who most ordinary folks only see in the movies. Like I said, business has been good, and that's just the way I like it. But a chef friend of mine, James, who handles larger parties, called me one day with a rather unusual request."Dude, I know you don't cater parties like mine,.