"Is that TRUE Bobby?" she asked.Bobby too had felt a moment of panic when his sister admitted his secret lust for his mother. But her plaintive questi...n didn't sound like she was disgusted... only seeking independent confirmation of a fact she'd heard but wasn't sure was, in fact, a fact.Bobby was still on a high from winning the game. That, combined with his feelings for his mother and his sister, and the fact that he hadn't been thrown in the street by Claire, had him on a razor's edge of. I climbed down the ladder when Samil arrived and explained what I had found. When we went back to look at the elf/drow and Samil nodded, “he is an elf.”Stepping on a light colored square of flooring the elf seemed to wake. With a look around, “I still will not talk!”I smiled, “well if you do not talk how will I find out your name?”The elf looked at us closely and I could see the pain he was holding back. It was the way he clinched his teeth and held his body, “Elvan.”I knelt down, “we are here. There was a bench seat facing toward the bed. There were a couple darkened windows above the bed. Mark introduced us to his friends. They were both big guys. One was Leon and the other Sammy. I sat down on the bed with my legs hanging over the side wondering who was going to go for me first. Ricky sat on the bench seat with a smile on his face. Mark lit a joint and handed it to me . I took the flask out of my purse and took a long swig of vodka and handed the flask to Ricky. The combination. ”“The phone’s on vibrate. But I’m happy to chat anyway. Any break from the demons of the corporate world is welcome.” I smiled and left my desk so I wouldn’t be tempted to keep looking at the screen while we talked. It’s a bad habit. I plopped down in my recliner and clicked the light on over my one painting—a man looking out across the sea. It was painted by a dear friend back in high school and always makes me feel peaceful.“Cali has been going on nonstop about how cool it was of you to pick.