Come on in. Let me show you the room first and then the rest of the place." "Thank you, Ma’am." He was behind me and I could feel his eyes on my bar... legs and thighs as I lead him up the stairs to the second floor where the bedrooms were. "If you decide to take the room, Billy Bob, you’re going to have to stop calling me Ma’am. It makes me feel old." I smiled back over my shoulder at him. "My name’s Cathy. Just plain Cathy. Ok?" "Yes, Ma’…Cathy. Ah, hmmm…. You’re name may be Cathy but there. "Roquan stopped at the door and turned to face his friend. "And they do not already?"Doran actually laughed. "Perhaps. But I would appreciate you not giving them more reason to think as such!"Roquan smiled. "I will attempt such in the future."Doran drained the rest of his wine and regarded Roquan with wry amusement. "Somehow, I doubt you will succeed."The woman that lay upon the treatment table was one of Roquan's older and most experienced slaves. Yet even with all her experience, this once a. When they did, my breath caught in my chest. I smiled nervously and looked back at Andrew's silhouette in the doorway. "Go on," he said encouragingly. I did as he bade me and began looking around the huge room. Just inside the door and on the left, was a lounge area that took up perhaps a quarter of the space. I walked along the length of the black sofa, trailing my fingers, feeling the fine leather. A black leather recliner held pride of place near the fireplace. The night was warm enough. I’ll go by tomorrow and talk to him.”Something between a grunt and a snarl came from the front seat, drawing my attention.“You made your opinion very clear,” I said to Jawarski, who glanced at me through the rearview mirror. “I know you think it’s a bad idea from safety. I can even see why that’s probably true, but if we don’t find a way to take these guys down, we’ll spend the rest of our lives dealing with safety concerns. I can’t do that bundled up inside a house.”“You’re the boss, do.