She didn't rebel completely against the rules laid down by Aubrey, dressing to go out with all the elegance she had been used to, but mostly preferrin... to dress in Jeans and a T shirt, and to my delight often nothing at all. We trolled through the papers, finding concerts we could go to, discussing the various merits and making decisions. Orchestral, Shakespeare at the Rep and at Stratford, and ballet at the Hippodrome, all were grist to our mill.We were discussing what we would do to remodel. Peter never understood why she never could have lasting relationships.Mary had several jobs which left Peter alone a lot of the time. She was a bartender and a waitress. Her last boyfriend broke up with her the other day. His mom was distraught and unhappy. Peter wanted his mother to feel good about herself. He hated seeing his mother so unhappy.He made dinner and bought fresh flowers for her. She’d probably be tipsy or even high. His mother liked to have a good time. Peter wanted to show his. “It’s why we came here, we want to defeat Alex, to avenge Antonella!” Harry said.“Antonella?” Alexis asked.“Acquarone,” Mary said. “I believe you knew her.”“Yes, you mean she’s dead?”“Yes, she gave her life to get us this information.”There was silence as Alexis took in this information. She clenched her fists, and was noticeably angry.“I’m going to find that man and hurt him very much,” she said calmy.“That’s why we came to you, apparently your Masters can help us,” Daniel said.“Alexis, should. Mine and Billy’s were so hard the tips shined.“Do me.” I excitedly said to her.She shook her head no. “Not unless Mike tells me to.”Mike laughed and leaned back on his elbows.“Tell her Mike.” I pleaded. “Tell her to blow me, ... please” I begged him.“I think after what she just did it should be her turn.”“Huh, what do you mean?”“See this picture” Mike held up the Magazine and there was a big black guy with his face buried between a blond woman’s legs. “Lie down on your back,” he instructed.