" Well I got it done without incident," she replied."Now that you're awake, slap on some make-up. I'll swing by and pick you up in 30 minutes." What? ...No, Nick, I can't go out today. I feel terrible and must look terrible.I'm just going to go back to bed." Bull-shit! I'm not letting you do that. Besides, you have to meet my buddy, Phil. You and he will hit it off from the start." Phil? I don't recall you mentioning him." I haven't, but get ready; we're picking him up when his flight gets in. "A pity that," Anson answered politely.Butterworth nodded with a grunt. "I hear that you lost your hand at Trafalgar?"Anson nodded again. "A swivel gun. Almost ruined my leg, too." At least you have something to show for it," Butterworth said matter-of-factly, holding up his left hand which missed two fingers. "I was crippled in a skirmish that didn't even make it into the newspapers! Bloody nincompoops!" I am quite undecided whether I should count myself lucky or unlucky," Anson replied. He didn't say a word about us. At least he says that he didn't." I'm sure that he didn't. He makes too much money from my company."The elevator whisked us up to the suite."Are you hungry?" he asked me. He was being polite. The only thing I wanted for lunch was cock washed down with cum, and that's what I told him."Jeez, you're a real wild sex fiend," he said."You knew that the day you hired me," I countered.Without another word, we were on the bed, me wearing nothing but those whore panties and. "Please don't blame yourself."It's not your fault."I was broken a long time ago, long before we met."I'm sorry,"I love you,"Julie."She printed the note, and then stapled the lyrics page, torn from the first CD liner, to the bottom of the note. It was Macy Gray's "The Letter."At the top of the page, she wrote simply, "Mom." She took a highlighter, and applied it to the words:"Mama don't be sad for me"Life was a heartache, and now I'm finally free."Then she stapled the page from the second CD to.