The guy’s out on bail for the moment, so we’d see him in the office.This morning we spent most of an hour going round and round, Irving really pre...sing about the popsie and the client—his name’s Terry Briscoe—denying it more and more vigorously. At one point Terry even threatened to fire us and walk out if we didn’t leave it alone. So Irving leaves Terry for a “short consultation” and takes Hugo and me to another office for a sit-down.“Well?” he asks Hugo.“You are right that he has other one he. "That was Friday night.Wednesday morning at Eight, the alarm clock chimed. I worked my way outfrom under a pile of silk sheets and dragged myself across theoversized bed to the night stand, striking the alarm button to turn itoff. Then I squirmed around to my bed mate."Wake up, Robyn!" I said in my soft, feminine voice. "We've only got anhour to get ready for our Mistresses."Yes, it was Robyn Thaylor I was sharing a bed with: the missingdaughter of my wealthy client. As soon as I had noticed. 'You're too drunk!' 'Wanna! Wanna!' She shouted as she started to undo her top, her lovely breasts were soon on display. Her mini skirt followed and she kicked off her shoes. She stood there naked except for her tiny black thong. She looked magnificent. 'OK! If you are that determined, I better help you get in.' I said as I held her arm and help to lower her into the churning water. She sat on a ledge, fortunately the sides of the Jacuzzi was fashioned like individual seats. A semi circle went. That's how strongly I feel about this. And, yes, Stephanie is yours, too, but she's your girl. I'm your woman. There's a difference. Sam and Bethany, being sisters, don't need any further definition, I would think," Jenny observed."And I'm your man," I smiled, while my sisters leaned over to kiss me."Our man, too," Sam asserted."What she said," Bethany spoke."Yes, you're their man, too. I fully accept that. You're Steph's man as well. You're just going to have to get used to at least four.