A bit of envy, possibly. I shall have to come up and see it sometime." You would be welcome." Must go, Jack. The other phone is ringing. Talk soon. By...." Bye, Cate." I wearily picked up those papers and started to sort them again. The call was interesting. I had thought that she would never call, or that if she did it would be merely a telephone conversation. The surprise was that first, she wanted me to be at her concert and second that Cate wanted to continue our conversation. The comment. ”The kids were Ubering to, and from, Knuckleheads Saloon. With their fake IDs that showed them to be 18. They would be seeing Yvette Landry. Walker and I had caught her act during our Louisiana sojourn. A Cajun girl who sounds like a whiskey-soaked 60-year old. But is a young slip of a lass. Sings a lot of her songs in French. Ooh, la!The joint is down in a sketchy part of the Forgotten Northeast, but it’s family-friendly with good security. The kids won’t be able to order beer ... tough. ‘That’s why you, Desiree, are taking an all-expense paid trip to Madrid, Spain with yours truly!’ I froze. ‘You’re kidding, right?’ He stood up and reached into his front left pocket. I gasped as he pulled out two long rectangular pieces of paper. ‘Do these look like I’m kidding?’ He smiled. -F.B OVER- ‘Mm…you awake?’ I heard Justin rasp. I nodded against his chest and hugged him closer. ‘What do you want to do today?’ He asked. ‘Do you think we could stay in for today? I’m kinda jet-lag.’ I. Tony steppedup higher and put the frame back squarely on my face.Then he looked down and leered as Marco moved hispalms underneath my breasts and hefted them up anddown.“Hey!” I protested again, and apparently as futilelyas before. My face was burning with embarrassment,compounded twice over as Tony took his turn atfondling me. “Nice pair of udders, Ms boss lady,” he told me,leaning forward and then blowing into my ear. “But Ithink what they really need is a double.