"He grinned. "Where's it leaving to, Martine?", he asked cagily.She studied him. Cocked her head to one side, again reminding him of a pixie or an elf... Then she said, "Come and make me happy." And she turned and walked away. No handbag, he noted incongruously. And found that odd.He followed her of course. He tried to tell himself that he did so because he was curious, not for sex. But he knew that he hadn't decided yet how far he would allow that curiosity to take him. He realised that for the. Tia was watching over them both. Three may their way past the fighting, Mia wildly slashed at the first moving him away from the wounded and A’Na-Ya. Tia blocked the next enemy’s sword with her left sword and then body checked him sending him to his back, then stabbing the third with her right sword as he was watching the other land on his back. Mia spun around and dropped onto the fallen enemy stabbing both her daggers into his chest. Tia rolled her back to Mia’s back toward the last enemy. I drove us to a steakhouse at their request. Getting out was a repeat of the flashing. Connie, I discovered, had a butt plug in red to match her dress.She was the last out and whispered, “I want a train run on my ass if we can get you some help.” My eye brows raised and she smiled. I shrugged.We went inside and took seats at the bar to wait for our seats. Everyone noticed the three as they were showing lots of tanned legs. We were seated in the bar area in a booth. Sylvia and I went in to each. ’ I looked down the bar at the woman. She was absorbed in studying the wine glass in front of her. She didn’t look like she was learning very much. My visits to Backstreet Bernie’s were confined to occasional after-work weekdays, and Saturday afternoons. I limited my intake to one pint, although I might have a second one on Saturday. I would arrive after work for an hour or so, and Saturday mid-afternoon for a couple of hours. It wasn’t always that way. When Georgia first announced her.