." "Not me. I try not to "butt" in as much as possible. I don't like hearing people say, 'but he'll...' do it." "Oh." "Actually, I'm the cook. But if ...eople forget that, it gets me out of the kitchen." Dobie watched him head out of the large open doorway and down the hall, where, he assumed, the kitchen was. That is, of course, if the butler was really the cook. No, mansions had chefs. He looked around again. There was gilt everywhere. Even if it were real gold, it could be paper-thin. Not even. "I'm good. Thanks, mom. Do we have time to stop for a diet or a water?" Lunch? Something before we go in to talk?" Water or a diet will be fine. I'm a too bit nervous to eat."As they pulled into the drive thru, Mrs. Kelly looked over at herdaughter. In profile, she didn't appear different from any sixteen yearold girl. She couldn't see an Adam's Apple or the heavy brow that boysget as they mature. Her voice still sounded like a young lady or achild. She had no sign of beard or facial. "No MIstress." And she walked over to Fat Tony andpulled her head back and forced the ring into her mouth, and thensecured it behind her head."Alexa, you have the ass, Lisa, you have her mouth, give her a goodfucking."The girls acknowledged me in unison. "Yes Mistress." another sign thattheir minds were more artificial than self-present... as I said,'brothel material,' but then they complied. They stroked their cocksuntil they were nice and hard, and they each forced their way into FatTony's. "What's going to happen when we, or I, return to the mountain assuming that we get out of this alive?" I rubbed the back of my neck and fingered the beaded Vietnam Service necklace I wore.Seraina shook her head as she warmed her hands on the hot mug of tea. "I don't know what Sheila will do. She's in a box when it comes to you."I didn't like the image she was painting; one person's box could become another person's coffin. "What kinda box are we talking about?" I pressed Seraina for.