" Shut up."Right then, an opening appears in the ceiling and from it descends awater bottle, lowered to the floor by a wire that retracts once it drop...its delivery.We both look at it, sitting there innocently, a bottle of inert fluidthat can quench thirst, turn into ice, wash a face or melt away achastity device, springing free a beautifully delicious cock I couldhappily suck on for hours.I'm sure Dirk is thinking something else. He's thinking about springinghis cock free and fucking me as hard. It’s Thursday so nothing will be mobbed. Tomorrow we’ll have to sandwich between ‘happy hour’ and Friday dinner-goers.”“I’m not that hungry.” “Nor I,” added Sam.“Hmmm. I’ve a notion.” Patrick walked over to the concierge, spoke for a minute and returned. “He suggests A’Caverna on Hay Street. Let’s try it.”So they had wine and tapas in lieu of formal dinner.In the morning, Tessa and Sam each got two new laminated cards: one from the Ministry for Aboriginal Affairs and one from the Attorney. Only, "No need to be sorry, you're a big girl and can do whatever you wants to do. Have a pleasant evening."I had no interest in talking further with her about those tickets and had not even an idea about what to do with them. Ten minutes later Madeleine rang me and said that one of her colleagues was desperately searching for two tickets for that show and would pay me a very high price if I were interested in making a nice profit.Obviously they wanted to go as two couples from her job, but why. ‘Yeah well you know me and crowds,’ Brandon said with a smile. ‘Besides Mel, this is your night you should be enjoying it.’ Then after a beat he said, ‘You look stunning by the way.’ Mel smiled back and said, ‘Why thank you dear I’m glad you like the dress, I wore it for you.’ Brandon stared at her and laughed saying, ‘No you didn’t Mel! You wore the dress to show off, this is your victory party you are queen of the ball, the empress of the evening.’ ‘Then I wore it for my king, my emperor.’.