After a while, she set it down.“Leonard.” Contessa Helena de San Finzione said, reading over Whyte’s work. “I must say that this is absolutely...fucking beautiful.”“I can’t take credit for the whole thing.” He replied. “That ‘third-rate Steve Jobs’ line and some of the other things you kept making me call myself were all you.”“I hope you don’t mind; well, actually, I don’t care if you mind, but if my Ministry of Science ever develops time travel, I’m going back and giving this to Warren Zevon for. "You know, Aggy, being a peer does have some advantages. Certain of my peers were at the Navy Club the other day and we were discussing the rumours flying about a very secret group which had been exposed momentarily to the limelight and then disappeared again. No one of us knews much but things got very serious very quickly as a few pieces of knowledge and rumour were revealed. The most senior of us, to remain unnamed, took us into one of the Club's side rooms and asked everyone to spill his or. His daughter had left the bathroom door ajar, an open invitation. "How about some food?" he asked as he walked into the room with their breakfast tray. Shawna looked up from washing, smiled and blushed slightly. She nodded. He sat down on the edge of the bathtub and held a large strawberry to her mouth. She giggled and took a bite. "Yummy. Thanks, Daddy." He proceeded to feed her and himself in turns as she lathered and rinsed her body. He interspersed bites with little kisses and laughter.. He has a special kind of "I've been fucking Beth" sheepish look when he comes home late from class some days. This all started a while back, and I won't go into detail, but Beth and her husband, Steve, are the people we pal around with--you know, go to the opera or the movies, sail in the summer, feed each other dinner, throw the occasional orgy, the ordinary things people do together."She's my accountant," John said, "and I'm her broker. I've known her for years." Oh," I said, mulling that.