Terry giggled."Would you like to sit on my lap, Sweetie?" he asked."I don't think so, Mister," Terry replied firmly. "Daddy says Ishouldn't talk to s...rangers." Two questions, Sweetie. Why do you think I'm a stranger? I told youmy name was Fred. And do you always do what your Daddy tells you?"Terry looked charmingly taken aback by the multiple questions. As ifshe couldn't decide which to answer first. Or couldn't remember bothquestions. Or how to answer.More of that "bimbo" thing.Fred. “Stick, you better not be gettin’ chaw spit on the inside of your hood again, you hear me?” Billy snarled at him, knowing Stick’s tendency to do just that.“I ain’t done that in months, Billy! Want some shine?” Stick offered the Klan boss some moonshine.“Don’t mind if I do, but just a little! Thanks!” Billy let himself get distracted, right as my sect and I pounced in the darkness.I shoved my dagger deep inside Billy’s back, right near the kidneys, remembering that detail from who knows where.. So something may happen to give us away. “Sure, I can stay for dinner,” I replied. “Don't feel obligated, I'm just offering. You two are best friends, and you two haven't had dinner together at a table in awhile,” John said. “No, I want to. We just gotta finish studying,” I replied. “OK my ladies. I'll be cooking in the kitchen,” John said. Then he closed the door and went to the kitchen. “Well how have things been going with your boyfriend?” Jeanette asked. “Fine. The sex has been good, but we. I've been doing some calculations and estimates for what I could pull from my existing client base. I know what our company charges for my services, and even if we got three-quarters of that from two-thirds of my customers, it would make the business viable." I sat back and waited for Natalie to react."What would you be doing? Would it still be tax accounting?" To start with, but I have an idea that I could expand into tax avoidance strategy for some of the key clients. Get them out of problems.