Take me to see her tomorrow and we can enjoy lunch as we watch the boats sail by.” “She, river, road, tomorrow can be a noun; lunch can be a noun,...picnic, and boats.”They paused silently as Harry studiously wrote down more numbers.“Rue Paul Riquet, Beziers, France.”“Notre Dame, Paris, lunchtime tomorrow! Probably walking over one of the bridges to get there. A bridge close to a café or restaurant!” exclaimed Esmerelda.Harry leant in to kiss her, “It’s their way of checking that the person. The lawyer reflected. Actions have consequences. Fifteen years ago, shehad been more aggressive, more pugnacious, more adversarial, more this,and more that. It had worked in the moment. Leanne (and Alan for thatmatter) had been thrilled at the results. Nearly every case composing herrecord had been built on the ruination of her clients' former partners:rarely female, most often male. Leanne's case and then husband were proofthereof. Her victories --- including Leanne's --- had been. Emeka nodded and smiled. I checked that redhead also and she looked like about 25 year old, nice round c-cup tits, long reddish hair, nice round bum and slim waist. Also she was there with a man and I guess they were married. Emeka asked then if I wanted a girl or woman. I didn't believe that he was serious at that moment and I just pointed one girl within the group. A young blonde girl who was leaning on the bar counters drinking cola from a long glass. Emeka nodded and wrote something in his. He kept his mouth shut.Still, as they approached and entered the house, Corvus noticed how many slaves he'd never seen before were working tonight - mostly girls, mostly young and pretty. When he spotted his second free hetaera playing hostess, he kissed Lucretia on the cheek. "What sort of party are we throwing here tonight?"Lucretia kissed him on one cheek and patted the other. "The very best party we can - one we want people to remember fondly a decade from now when some of them will.