A stain it had not had when I took it to the shop last Thursday."Oh," she said mournfully. "I fix, no charge," she snagged the shirt quickly, made a n...te on my order and put a special tag on the shirt, smiling all the while.I felt relieved. That had been positively painless. I knew that sometimes there could be big arguments with dry cleaners, it had happened to me before I had found this nice couple with the small shop right in my neighborhood. "Thank you, Rose." No problem, Mister C. You good. I wrapped my hand around the 410 gauge derringer in my coat pocket. If that thing went off it was going to ruin my coat and make a god awful mess of Blain's not to bad face."So you are the bad ass preacher lady?" he asked."I am and I suppose you are Blain Atwood, brother of the very rude Thomas Atwood?" I suggested."True on both counts. The shame of it is Thomas didn't learn anything last night. He is still determined that you suck his dick before he kills you. I told him to just do a drive by,. Who was it... where was I?Bundling my courage, I cracked open one eye and lifted the blanket enough to pear out. I wasn't in my bed that was for sure - and the accommodations did not look familiar. Quickly I shut my eyes and groaned - how could I do this?Someone, female, moaned behind me and I felt the pressure of a hand over my ass through the blanket. A second groan escaped my lips and I feared whom I had ended up in bed with - imagining some horrid options.The person behind me wiggled closer. "The odds of a meeting were very slim and it isn't really important." You don't think having a mother who is a District Matriarch, the same mother we went to for help, was an important detail to tell me?!" I pulled away and sat up, a mixture of exasperation and irritation coursing through me."Like I said," he shrugged, "I didn't expect you to ever meet them. If Marcus had thought you needed to know ahead of time, he would have told you." That is not the point," I countered. "The point is you.