Since I'm going to lease the bar, I want to have input into what you do to it." Sure why not you design it and I'll have the work done but remember I ...m not quoting you any figure till the price for your fancy renovation comes in. Now how about the upstairs apartment.?" I asked."I'm thinking I will just outright buy the pub and the upstairs apartment," he said."Not how I do it. You run the bar through one full tourist season and we will talk about you buying it. The price is prorated purchase. I turn toward the studio entrance about to call for my assistant to help me get her out of here.“You’re probably missing him already, yeah?” She studies me closely, amused by my confusion.“Excuse me?”“I mean, he’s gone a whole year. That’s gotta be rough on a marriage.”“How do you…?”“Although he only left this morning. Probably not long enough for you to be missing him yet.”“Okay, how the fuck do you know that?” I square back up with her. What she said was true. Dylan had indeed left for a one. Unfortunately for me, Henry was now attending college in Northern California. No one was more obsessed with Henry than Amber -- my goth friend whose only known talent was for drawing spurting cartoon penises in mascara on every available surface. For years Amber had claimed that her cheerleader-sister Lucy had dated Henry. What I hadn't heard -- at least until I became Henry's neighbor -- is that Lucy had allegedly given Henry an afternoon handjob in the front seat of the family BMW. When Henry. So every second orgasm will be by candlelight, so to speak.The third and last rule ist that we will do this for exactly one hour, no more and no less.When I tell these rules to my sister, she readily agrees. I’m not sure why, it’s not like I asked her ... aaaaaand there’s the one-eyebrow-thing again. Well, we will see who has the last laugh!I double check that Anna is securely fastened to the chair, then I switch on the butterfly. Judging by her sudden rigid posture, it must be quite intense..