”“I’ll die young.”“But happy.”Rachael giggled. Sometimes talking to Grandpa was like trying to get slippery spaghetti to stay on a fork. �...�I need to pee.”“Go ahead. I’m not stopping you.”Rachael looked around, searching. “Where are my clothes?”“You weren’t dressed when you came to bed last night.”“I’m talking about my panties.”Grandpa searched under the covers, smiled, and held them up between his fingers. “Found them. They’re really small. I like yellow. Can I keep them?”“No!” Rachael laughed. "Because, if I have to hurt him, I want to know you aren't going to try to stab me in the back with a butcher's knife." I said."I promise, I won't defend him in any way. I just want him to leave me alone." she said."I can't promise you that unless I kill him, and I'm not going to do that for a dollar," I said with a laugh. She laughed as well and that I considered to be a good thing. "Now get back to work and let me handle this. If he comes in tonight and makes a scene, go to the magistrate. As monsieur tall dark and sexy made his way over, I pondering further how in the world I managed to snag as many men as I did in this town, contemplating the staggering figure of one night stands that was my love life. It really was a mystery. ‘Can I buy you another one?’ I looked slightly to my right and saw the man in question leaning against the counter with the same sexy smile. He probably thinks he’s really something. Typical. I put on a fake sexy smile of my own, thinking of how fake it. "The Damsels are not 'working' in the perfume factory. Their scent is being harvested."I looked at Cadence and we held eye contact as we puzzled this out. Both of us obviously reached the same conclusion at the same time. We turned to Seph. She nodded."They are being ... stimulated ... incessantly. The output of their scent glands is being harvested, blended, bottled, and sold to women to attract the men they want," Persephone said."Holy fuck!" Cadence said. "Those poor women. Lincoln, we have.