You don’t?”Kitchen Girl snickered. If there’s such a thing as an evil snicker, she had it down perfectly.“Let’s find out.” She patted my f...rearm. “Stay here.”With that she walked past the two of them and down the short hall to the bedrooms. I’d caught Samuel’s eye and shook my head slightly. He smiled and nodded but didn’t interrupt his stroking. The contessa had her eyes closed.In a minute or two Kitchen Girl returned. I almost blew it by laughing when I saw the black straps around her hips. The next six are just the date she was manufactured. '33' is the row she was grown in, and 'F' was the tank.And the-?The 'C' at the end means she's a custom model. ... Jesus.I know.Just- wow.Yeah. ... you know the only reason people get customized ones, Sauce?What?Screwing and substitution.Zack-No, hear me out- why else would you pay the extra money? Either you want the perfect fuck, or you want an easy to manage replacement for a corpse.I don't think-Trust me on this, Sauce. When my brother. She stooped down, picking up the quarter. "Hey, someone dropped this. Can I keep it?" No," I said quietly, "we're going to frame it and hang it on the living room wall, by the smoke detector." Smoke detector?" JR replied, looking mystified."Come," I showed them the dead detector that had nearly resulted in a lot of dead family members. Long before a good battery was in it, there were a lot of questions that I answered by shaking my head.I simply shook them off, smiled. "I'm going for a walk."It. There was also a small lanyard and strap for the wrist so that the baton could not be lost. As nearly as I could tell at this point, the baton/stabbing spear was perfect. Mara agreed. She wanted her first lesson right away.I pointed out that we had to eat breakfast right away so that we would not inconvience Martino. Mara reluctantly agreed, so we hurried down to take care of that. I took along the bottles of pills. Fortunately, they only needed to be taken once a month, and we had a year’s.