“Sorry.” She whispered and then put his cologne down and squeezed past him out the bathroom door and headed to the kitchen, her heart pounding, g...ancing behind her briefly as she went out his bedroom door. She took a deep breath as she leaned against the counter and heard him start his shower. If the look on his face meant anything, he was already irritated with her and she grinned. She actually hadn’t meant for him to catch her in his room, but it had worked out pretty good. He had looked. She thought she heard similar sounds as well.Unable to restrain her curiosity, she presented this observation to her mother who said, “Let’s have an important talk at a better time.” It was arranged.Sipping some expensive wine, mother and daughter sat in mother’s drawing room. “My dear Angel, you are growing up. It is time you learned some grownup things. You know that your father has a very important business. Most of the guests we invite are involved or are interested in it. Some of them are. "I've got a bunch of paparazzi trying to take pictures of me. Can you get me out of here? They're bound to be waiting on the first floor for me."The nurse eyed his bloody hat, taking in his gun belt and jeans. Nice ass, she thought. I don't see a wedding ring."You bet, cowboy," she teased, knowing full well who he was. "This way. I'll get you on the elevators that come out on the loading dock. Where's your car?" she asked as they quickly walked down a different hall."It's in the emergency room. ....oh..I like that a lot.....Julian, I packed Sylvia's ass with butter......I'll bet she would like to feel something else up there ....Oh, go get the wine and the hash, please..........................." Julian quickly disappeared and re-appeared with two bottles of Bordeaux and a piece of dark, oily, hashish the size of his fist. Denis did not wait for another invitation, he was already naked, on his hands and knees, licking their toes, which Silkie elevated slightly so that he could reach.