"All accounted for, Sir, except for Butler and Major Matthews who are still in the house."Gomez turned his attention back to Fisher. "But he did say, ...in' the van, Ma'am — not standing outside." Expecting an argument, Gomez suddenly (desperately) said. "You can hold the door open for him from the inside, Ma'am, just as well as you can from out here."Fisher hesitated for a moment, then got in, the door remaining open. "I better not regret this," she mumbled.Richardson looked at Gomez and raised. When I finally got into the H2, I just sat in the hospital's parking lot and waited while Io fired up herself (that sounds strange, but right somehow) and the computer beeped in the back storage area. I almost shouted at the computer. Okay, I did shout: "Martinez! Are you really there?"The voice of a vaguely Latino baritone came through the car speakers. It was the same voice that Martinez had always used. "Hi, Arti. Yes, we're here." We?" Yeah. There's two of me and four of us. Let me. Beautiful horses ran alongside the fence by the road, as if trying to race us. I doubted Dolores’ Volkswagen Beetle could do more than thirty five, down this bumpy rough road.We finally came to the old Georgian stone farmhouse. But we didn’t stop. She pulled around it and then I saw where I would be staying. It was a small stone wooden roofed shed, something that reminded me briefly of the gingerbread house from Hansel and Gretel. It was tiny, but I didn’t care. It was my own. “Get settled in.”. “Bobbi darling, I need you to write the invitations for my important industry dinner that is coming next week. You are the most talented calligrapher in the house and there’s no substitute for the real thing. It’s just a nice personal touch. If you get all 104 ready tonight, I’ll call you in to give me my first blowjob of the day. Jenny needs to be on set by 7am, so you can tease my cock for a good hour before my breakfast. You know what your breakfast will be, don’t you honey? The ink has.