"I've gotten hold of all the ushers and flower girls," she said an hour later. "They are all coming over next Saturday afternoon for a fitting." Fitti...g?" George asked."Yes, fitting," Jennie said in a voice suggesting George was a bit dim. "All the flower girls will be in a version of the bride's maid dress and the four ushers in grey morning wear with toppers. Kirstin couldn't ask Jimmy if he was free - he's in Paris with his band, but she was certain he would do this for his favourite. Her eyes and mouth both opened in shock. Standing there beside the bed was AJ. He had his pants off and was stroking himself. How did he get there? Nicki listened to Julie as she continued talking.“AJ, I invited Nicki over to teach her how to make special pancakes to surprise you one day with, and now you’ve spoiled it. You can’t stop touching yourself, can you?” Julie scowled with her hands on her hips. Turning to Nicki, she leaned and whispered, “We should teach him a lesson for being so. She had reddish-blond hair and the pale skin common in Europe, but when she turned and held a finger up to keep him from speaking over her conversation, she lacked any provenance mark. Appearances to the contrary, she was a Roman citizen.She finished her phone conversation and put the retriever down. "Good, you're here. I need a slave name." Beg pardon?"She held out a hand. "Alyce Londinia, at your service."Corvus shook her hand. Her surname explained part of the riddle. Alyce must be from. ”“What? You would do that?”“Pete never would, so it doesn’t matter,” I said.“That’s not what I asked,” Jennifer said. “You would be OK with me fucking Pete?”“I could accept it under the right circumstances, I guess.”“Wow. That’s a big change!”“I guess it is. But let’s not test that theory without a lot of talking first!”“You’re open to talking about that now?”“I guess so. Your two guys fantasy again, Jennifer?”“I was thinking more about Melanie. Even if you said it was OK, I don’t have any.