“Just enjoy your dinner.”“Why the hell not?!” Ugh, lions, such a persnickety species. Oh shit, was that racist?“Take a wild fucking guess!�... Betty shouted as she stood up and slammed one of her hooves on the table.Fred stood up as well. “I’ll eat you then!”“Say that again! I dare you! I double-dare you, motherfucker!”She and I had just watched Pulp Fiction earlier that day.I stood up and pulled her back. “Let’s both take it easy. Fred, I’ll talk to the cooks about getting you something meatier. Usually, I try to stick to wine and only rarely drink anything stronger than that. But she insisted on having a couple of shots of tequila, to get in the mood, she said.Well, we prepared dinner, a lasagna. We had some snacks in the meantime and more shots of tequila. I promise, I tried to keep count: six, or was it eight?The tequila relaxed me and I felt I was slowly "getting in the mood". We talked about what we had been doing since the first, and the last, time we met. Then we had a few. He’d begged Ivy to marry him, and it would’ve broken his heart to know that Ivy had no sexual interest in men who needed to be dominated, and in fact, was Wishbone’s common-law wife?Still, Noah had been Ivy’s client for seven and a half years, and was quite devoted to her.Noah kissed her again and hugged her, and then Ivy gently reminded him that she had another ?friend? coming. ?Honey, I’ll see you soon. Why don’t you schedule for Friday. I’ll give you three hours for only a thousand dollars.. " Wrain sighed, unsmiling, his dark eyes taking inventory of Nevers' office, the neatly filed papers, the well-oiled furniture, the faded prints. He sipped at his heavy glass."And then?" Then, my dear wife and her two charming sisters will have ownership of at least one-third of this supposedly thriving plantation, equal shares, and their mother will be the life tenant, as I understand the will although I believe she renounced part of it, somewhat complex I fear. Of course, she has dower rights.