" What does the winner get?" I asked obviously excited by all this, looking forward to soon be sucking so many pairs of breasts all in a row here."You...win? We do whatever you want us to do ... no matter what. We win ... then same thing."Having heard that, I wasn't so sure about the odds here, or the possible results if I were to lose knowing Bella. But then we began the game as everyone shuffled around a bit, forming a small circle around me, with me standing there in the middle of eleven pairs. "Well, the blood work on Sanders just came in and it's pretty damnamazing. Between what you gave him and what the Clinic did, the manshould've been riding a permanent buzz. We're talking a potent cocktailof anti-depressants, relaxants, hypnotics--the whole thing; with somecarefully balanced painkillers and stimulants since we didn't want himacting like a zombie or aware that he was being manipulated." He pausedand scratched at his beard. "Obviously we didn't get that quite right."It made. She put the book down and walked towards him. Black’s only response to this was an upturn of one eyebrow.“I want to talk to you. Now,” she demanded.“Really?” Black said condescendingly. “By all means.”Lily huffed. “Not here, okay? Outside.”Black chuckled, his voice deep. “Why not here? This seat is very comfortable.”“Too many eyes and ears.”Black fell silent at that, gazing at her with sharp eyes. It made her feel slightly uneasy. Unexpectedly, he nodded.The two pushed past the portrait of the. " Ok, whatever you want to do. Look, traffic is getting heavier I have to go." OK. See you when you get home." Call ended." Thanks bitch." Jim, that's no way to talk about your mother!"Crap. "Honey I was talking to the car." What?" Nothing."Ahhhh, blessed silence. It sure is pretty and green here. Look at that view. Beeeeeep, Beeeeep. Roar. A black flash zooms past. Hey, the long haired punk driving thinks I'm No. 1. He's waving his middle finger at me.Crap, speed limit is 45, I'm doing 50 and.