A whole lot better. If I weren't in town to destroy him, I might have screwed him.I wrapped my hand around the 410 gauge derringer in my coat pocket. ...f that thing went off it was going to ruin my coat and make a god awful mess of Blain's not to bad face."So you are the bad ass preacher lady?" he asked."I am and I suppose you are Blain Atwood, brother of the very rude Thomas Atwood?" I suggested."True on both counts. The shame of it is Thomas didn't learn anything last night. He is still. ..After waiting & milling around for 30 mins or so, talking complete shit to too many randoms, & buzzing off each others company, me & the girls decided to get a cab back to our villa, obviously we would hook up with all our friends there surely right…?After a 20 min taxi ride, dancing in the back seat of the cab, we were at my villa.Wow, the scenery was amazing… as we arrived, the sun was just coming up over the mountains, we staggered along the garden path, talking shit & hugging each other. My front door is unlocked, but it's a moot point because the men wholike to stop by all have a copy of the key to my front door.I stay that way until 7am. There are six men who know that they can juststop by and fuck me any morning that they'd like to start their day with aquick sissy blowjob.At 7 I am released and get ready for work. I now work as Mr. Heyward'spersonal assistant, so I spend each day outside of his office, answeringphone calls and attending to Mr. Heyward's personal needs.. For a moment Groat struggled to find something appropriate to say, at last he cleared his throat, “The things you see when you don’t have a loaded gun, mistress.” “Amen to that, Groat, amen!” Sir Byron added. Parte the nynthe: Furthe Plans and Deceptions With colonel Duckett on his way Lady Belinda turned to address the others. As she turned she noticed Sir Byron’s appearance. Dressed in a rich wine-red doublet and breeches, with a broad falling band collar, she felt once again the fluttering.