He thought about it for a few minutes. She remained on her knees, her face a mixture of hope and despair."All right. I'll get Ivan. But baby, turn thi... into a circus and we'll all be sorry. Act with some dignity. Your word, please."Damn, she was crying AGAIN.Between sobs she promised everything he wanted to hear. Looking into her eyes, he was convinced she meant it.Ivan Asimov was one of the best divorce lawyers in the state. What made him stand apart is he never went for the throat, preferring. It’s cool. I have a seat cover under my culo to stop my blood from staining the chair. I don’t smell too bad in spite of that, do I?” Carmen queried.“No, you smell like dessert, honey,” I told her as I kissed her hand, “every bit as juicy and sweet as your mother and sisters.”“I smell great, too? Glad to know! I’m not as mature or developed as Carmen, but I’m getting there. Not bad for my age, right?” Rosa, the second of the sisters, said as Steph cleared her throat to get our attention.“I know. Most of Lorenzo’s friends called him Enzo. He was of Italian descent, was roughly the same height as Jenny when she wasn’t wearing heels. He had dark brown hair and sensitive green eyes that juxtaposed his large working hands, thick muscular arms and prominent chest. I caught myself imagining that the rest of his body was equally well muscled as Enzo led me to Jenny in the kitchen.Jenny, drink in hand was being her usual self, entertaining a group of men and women with more of her stories. She. "And after you send him to Hell?" she asked, merrily."You'll need to decide what sort of a state you'll run, Madelle," McAllister answered. "I have what I need to break and rebuild the Mother's church. Will you have a Papist state? One where the head of the Church rules, beneficially? Perhaps you'll preserve the aristocracy, and take the ducal seat, Madelle? Or, you could have a conglomeration of city-states, such as the Frisians or Dutch, or even a republic, such as the Americas, back on the.