As the waitress walked away with the check, "You don't have to pay Mrs.T. I have money." No Matt. It's OK. Save your money for when you're in boot ...amp." Ihad no idea if there was any need for that, but it sounded good."Thanks Mrs. T." It's getting late. I should be headed home." Do you have to?" I do have to work tomorrow. But do you have an idea for where we couldgo?" I knew that drinking more wasn't a good idea, and taking Matt homeagain wasn't any better option."Have you ever been to. This is the best stuff available for the money." How did you learn about all this?" he asked, curiosity momentarily displacing his anger."Lovely thing, the internet," she said."Don't we have to pay for that, too?" He looked at her bewilderedly."Focus, Alan," she said. "I went back to see the guys at TGR and flirted with Chris and Ryan. They're going to sell all this stuff to you for $65,000. Do you like sushi?" Do I ... what? Yes." Alan looked even more confused. "You spent $65,000 of my. To disembark from the Henrietta, jump into a hack, hurry to the St. Nicholas, and return with Aouda, Passepartout, and even the inseparable Fix was the work of a brief time, and was performed by Mr. Fogg with the coolness which never abandoned him. They were on board when the Henrietta made ready to weigh anchor.When Passepartout heard what this last voyage was going to cost, he uttered a prolonged "Oh!" which extended throughout his vocal gamut.As for Fix, he said to himself that the Bank of. Go invite him in so I can pay him."Wearing only her slave collar, Kenzie turned and left the room. It was just one more in a long line of humiliations. And she's already been raped by Taylor so many times that I suspect it wasn't all that upsetting. I'm sure she'd rather have gone upstairs, showered and gone to bed. But if she has to answer the door in the nude, well, it could have been worse.We heard the door open. Taylor was obviously happy to see her. He exclaimed, "Hey, Kenzie! I heard you.