"I see you," Shirl called, emerging from her office by the stairway."Passing through," he said, "headed next door." You don't want to look at demo tap...s?" Shirl," Scott said, "if booking talent is eating into your time, hire a booking agent, or pay one of the employees extra to help you." I like doing it." It's your call." Have time to make a decision?" she asked."On?" Booth for Jazz Fest." We need to decide that now?" Spring will be here before you know it," Shirl said.Scott sighed. "You want. He was two knuckles deep and wriggling his finger like a worm on a hook in the tight recesses of my anus. He knew too well what I liked."It might be you anyway." He left his finger right where it was and I bent over from the waist, pretending to need a file from the bottom shelf, and taking a long time to find it. "Waiting room looks pretty empty." He looked around as if to confirm it, since we were just behind the receptionist's desk."You have a ten o'clock with Tate," I said with a little. "Andrew shouted, "Would you shut up already? I'm worried about Bambi. She's been gone for more than twenty-four hours. She's not answering her phone. She could be in a hospital somewhere or injured."Amber sulked. Cat crossed her arms and sat back in her chair. Andrew resumed pacing around the room trying to think of what he should do.After a few minutes, Amber muttered, "Con-cu-bine. Maybe courtesan might be more accurate." No. A courtesan makes me think of women sitting around in some parlor. " "Really? You've really come up with something all by yourself." "Yep." "And would this something have anything to do with Catherine the Great, Empress of All Russia, born 1729, crowned Empress 1762, and died 1796?" Yes, but. How?" "You do know that you mumble to yourself when you're concentrating. It's almost endearing. Okay, I can see you're itching to tell me. What about Catherine would make a good role-play?" "Well, she was sexually voracious throughout her life. Right up until her death..