He stared at the hand for a moment but it didn't move. The hand could belong to a dead body – but the skin didn't seem pale enough."Hello?" He whisp...red out tentatively. "Anyone there?" Who are you?" The voice came back strong. The high registers and the delicate seeming hand told Calix it was probably a girl or woman."Cal," he responded. He was struggling to get up; it wasn't easy. Every move brought new lessons in pain. It seemed he couldn't even breathe without pain shooting through him. He. ?? ?So you have the piss, Lucy?, the man asked.?Yes, I pissed a lot. All those margaritas were so good?, the women commented.?That?s really god. I?m sure our little slave whore is thirsty?, he said. I hada gag on my mouth but I shook my head from side to side to signal no. ?Oh stopit. You will do what your mistress and master will tell you. Soon, you will behappy enough, that we even let you drink our golden wine?, she said with achuckle. The man chuckled also. The women stood and went to grab. I love the sparkle in your eyes when you see me. I love the slight smile when you are thinking naughty thoughts. And most of all I love that smug look when you get your way. And get your way, you certainly do. If you ask anything of me, you know you will get it. And ask you did. "Come see me?" you say as we are talking. We have never approached this topic and I can't tell from you if you are serious. "Yeah, sure. I am on my way," I respond and laugh it off. Your voice changes. Your eyes darken. “Peter, Sal it’s so good to see you.” She went over and gave them a hug. “Well what do you think?”“It will be a hit Kay.” Peter smiled at her.But his smile was different somehow. His eyes didn’t have that smile in them as he usually had. He didn’t seem the same.“Your last restaurant was successful. I have no doubt this one will be to.” Sal had the same look.She felt in her heart something desperately was wrong.“How is Moe and Paulie?” She asked.Peter cleared his throat. “They are doing.