Square pedestal tables occupied the floor space, none with more than two cane-back chairs. Only hers -- Grayson's -- was different. Two tables had bee... pushed together in front of a single pew type bench backed up against the back wall of the long, narrow room.Robin counted nine other customers as David appeared, placing napkin and glass in front of her. His French cuffs had onyx links, his fingers manicured. Quite the place, she thought as she sipped the cocktail. Quite the drink, too. Many of. After all, he had saved the business a great deal of money and he'd let her see that Deanna needed her ideas shaking up before she had done any damage to one of her real clients. She greeted him cheerily at the front door when he arrived, amusing herself by keeping everything on a very business-like footing. "Do come in, Mr Franks," she said waving him in. "So good of you to come over."George, puzzled by her friendly manner, coughed and followed her into the living room. Erica sat down in one. "Thank you." I murmured, and then thought about my Louis L'amour books."Much obliged." I smiled as I tipped my cowboy hat. I hurried over tothe ticket booth but was interrupted by a young woman in a blue dress,umbrella, and flowered hat."Sir... Please sir." Her voice had a sense of urgency to it."How may I help you, ma'am?" Are you going to Modesta?" I am." I don't mean to be forward, but you look like a kind man. I'm indanger." What kind of danger? Should I notify the sheriff?" No! Please no!. “So, what exactly is your relationship to Rich and Brittany, Donald?” Carly Weinstein asked me at last as we settled onto the sofas.“Master,” I said rather candidly and calmly, feeling emboldened by alcohol.Arnold spat out his brandy as he took in what I just admitted, while Carly blushed and Giovanni coughed a bit. Giorgio and Trent both cracked up with laughter, looking at each other with amusement and recognition. Natalie’s hand mysteriously strayed to her crotch, but she remained silent.