I don’t know where.’ ‘Well,’ I responded, ‘You’re still welcome to join me for breakfast, if you would like.’ She pursed her lips, which... were coated with a layer of black lipstick. ‘Yes,’ she said, ‘I think I would like that a lot. I’ll be down in a couple of minutes. Just let me get dressed, okay?’ ‘All right,’ I responded as she closed her door, ‘I’ll see you down stairs.’ I went back down stairs and started to fix her a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice. I know it’s not much, but then I’m. "By 'psycho bitch' I take it you mean your good friend Jeanne? The one who kidnapped me and tried to kill you?"She looked away, her expression changing from affectionate to bored."Jeanne and I have been friends and enemies many times before. It looks like we're enemies again." I see, but that tells me nothing about who you are and why we're here."Bayonetta raised her arms straight up, stretching herself leisurely."Do we have to do this right now?'James folded his arms, a determined look on his. Or hoping to fuck. But if I ever start using those words, even during one of my fire and brimstone sermons about morality, I'm finished forever.Shit, every fucking morning the same thing. This big thing is hard as hell; I've really got to take a leak, but I'm too damn tired to get up. Well, if I hold this piece of meat really tight, it always helps me delay having to get up. I'm going to have to learn not to drink any water after three in the afternoon; some guy once told me he learned that in. I did not want to spend another goddamned week in a tent, in a state park and communing with nature. And then the Devil called with an offer he didn't think I could refuse.Matt had been my steady boyfriend all the way through high school and I had always assumed that we would be married when we graduated. I had assumed that because that is what Matt had led me to believe right up to the week of graduation and the day he joined the Navy and went off to see the world. I quickly figured out that.