”“She’s your sous chef tonight?”“Oui, oui,” she replied.Glenn regarded the array of ingredients on the kitchen counter, including a whole ...hicken. “Where did all this come from?”“We bought it,” Jackie replied. “Marcus and I pooled our cash. We couldn’t buy the wine, though.”“Thanks for dinner, you two. I’ll get out of your way.” He sat on the sofa with his tablet.“Dad? Do we have any brandy? Marcus forgot we need it, too.”“I don’t think so. I can run out and get some.”“That’s okay,” Marcus. Dahman held the microphone to his mouth. "Stop wrestling. First round over. Total time for round and match, 16 seconds. One minute interval between rounds."Linda helped Rox up. Rox was covered in mud from the back, but there wasn't a drop of mud on her front. Linda had a little bit of mud on her legs, presumably from the splash Rox sent up when she landed."Linda, please toss Rox's dirty bra up on the deck, anywhere." Jim announced.I was amazed that Rox lost the first round so fast. She seemed. A gigolo. Women pay me to have sex with them. My ladyfriends call me up when they are feeling down or neglected, and I come over and make them feel better–make them feel they are important, that they matter."And yes, I take care of their sexual needs, too. But mostly, these women need validation. For whatever reason, they feel that they have been dismissed and ignored–that they are just decorations and their opinions, ideas, feelings, and needs are of no consequence. I show them that they do. Odd…James checked his watch. 8:45. Dinner had been at 7:00 and his Father’s speech making the announcement was due at 9:15. They had prepared the speech together and also his timing of an entrance just as his father made the announcement. Very theatrical he had thought, perhaps too much so.--oOo--His entrance was perfectly timed, just as planned, and as he walked across the floor towards the Head Table everyone seemed to rush forward to congratulate him, even those he had never met or seen.