Not posh nor impressive, yet again, but something I didn't find difficult to believe a lone 50-year-old would happily settle for. I mentioned the mone...y, probably a little too early, but he silenced me: - We'll talk of money later. Let us drink wine. - Let us eat cake! - I laughed and the shiraz started flowing. And then his own bottle of nasty supermarket wine. It was soon late enough for us to find an excuse for getting even more reckless and sharing some shots. I got merrier and merrier and. The slave frigged harder and Magda leant in eagerly as he spent copiously over her cheeks and into her mouth. He shuddered and grunted and then slumped back onto the couch, momentarily exhausted. The women embraced and kissed deeply, their eager tongues sharing his spunk, then Magda pushed her slave down to lie trembling on the floor and sat back on her heels, gazing up at Dmitri. He took a sip of brandy and gathered himself.“Alexandra, put some clothes on” he ordered “and take the slave to be. You dropped it back there as you came out of one the stores." Katy held up the wallet."Oh my, aren't you the dear one. That's all my identification, my credit cards, money and personal pictures. Thank you." Then she opened the wallet and took out a ten dollar bill and handed to her."That's not necessary. Keep it madam." she said."No dear if good deeds are not rewarded then how will people know they were good deeds."With that she turned and walked away. Katy stood there with the bill in her. "She stood up. "Okay," she said. "We can go." No, you stay and have a good time. I'm tired, but that doesn't mean you have to leave."She gave me a flat look, and then she smiled. "Of course it does," she said.Uh-oh, the test approaches, I thought. I kept my mouth shut, though. Who says Sean Porter can't learn hard lessons?We said our goodbyes to our friends and walked down the street to my car. We got in, and I headed over toward Alex's."Where are we going?" asked Alex."I'm taking you home," I.