Instead, Richard shook his head and told Stephanie, "you know what the problem is don't you? The problem is that you let her get too close. You should...'t let her call you by your first name." Stephanie seemed intrigued. I saw a light go on in her eyes. "What do you mean?" "I mean that she should have to call you Ma'am or Mistress or at least Ms. Baxter." "That's a wonderful idea. I knew something seemed wrong." From that moment on, Stephanie was Stephie to Richard but Mistress to me. Richard. .. and he's right!" a voice called out from the dark. "Get them!"Men in dark uniforms with hoods on came out from their hiding places, and surrounded the pair of gargoyles."Quarrymen!" growled Broadway. He and Angela stood back to back, ready to face any coming assault. He reached for his tiny cell-phone, but all he got was a wave of static."You won't be calling anyone for help monster!" the nearest Quarryman said. "We're jamming all signals in a one block radius just to be sure we aren't. After arriving to pick you up, we drove to your flat so you couldchange. I have you wear that sexy, short skirt you know I like somuch. When you stroll out of the bedroom, you are a sight to behold,so beautiful. As ordered you have on my favourite skirt. I love theway it tempts me to touch your body. You have an inviting body and theskirt sexily showcases that. No sooner do you walk over are youasking, "What's the surprise?" But I refuse to clue you in yet."Give me a few minutes, darling." I. Sorry. I'll give you two choices. You can go home now and I'll clean off the traces of sex from your desk, or you can just join in the fun and games. I know that you miss Chet, but celibacy won't bring him back, and wasn't it his last wish that you find yourself a sponsor? Besides, you know as well as I do, that when he was manic he was no saint ... hell, I fucked him a few times myself. You must have suspected it. Sorry, but in his manic state, the man was pure, raw sexual energy. He was.