There was an eerie silence all the way there.We went in and sat in the very back booth. I mentioned to the waitress that there would be a nice tip if ...he could refrain from seating people close to us. We both ordered coffee.Once the coffee was delivered, Tamara began to speak. "John, there are a few things that I need to get off my chest."First, I don't just own a hair salon. I actually own twenty salons, in four states. They were my grandmother's. Once the divorce was final, she 'sold' them to. Cheryl-Anne took a seat next to me, about a foot distant, easily within arms distance. Her soft eyes met mine and I melted in her look. Perhaps she was stalling for the cops, yet something in the ladies manner suggested I was wrong. She asked quietly, politely, "What is your name?"I didn't want to tell her the truth, it could be used against me in a court of law. So I gave her my name, the one used by my business acquaintances, "Chris." She reached out and took my hand held it firmly in her. You father died a year later." He topped himself, didn't he!" That was not what I'd remembered. That's what I'd been told. But I wasn't having this man wash over that detail."Yes, unfortunately your father was not able to overcome the distress of losing your mother. You were sent to live with a woman in the next town. Mrs. Venison." They said she was my aunt. But I'm sure she wasn't." That's what you were told?" Forester didn't wait for my answer, just made a note. " She had been a friend of. I will be honored to accompany Master Sloan to the Ivory room. Lorelie suddenly felt a tickle of moisture between her legs as the promise of the evening's events began to arouse her mind."Why don't you make sure the Ivory room is ready for Master Sloan." Master Don studied Lorelie closely for any indication of refusal. Master Don never forced his pets to perform against their will."I will, Master Don. If you will excuse me." Lorelie padded quietly from the room, her eyes lowered to the Italian.