Even if intellectually he knew it wasn’t entirely his mother’s fault he just couldn’t let go of his anger. “Why the fuck did you do that? What... were you thinking!”“What’s wrong, baby?” Helen asked her son, confusion and hurt on her face.“What? Did you just fucking -” Jason began incredulously, managing to rein in his temper with effort. “How can you say - you gave Emma the Ring!”“I did it for you, Jason.” Helen entreated her son. She reached out her hand and looked hurt when he took a step back. The sales girl was real nice. She helped me find the right size. I went to try on the first nighty, the bra wasn't right. I called for the girl to come in and help me. She had her measuring tape and was ready to measure my tits. As she had me lift my breasts, she slipped the tape around my chest. She managed to get close to me as she reached behind my back. I could feel her breath on my tits. She then had me release my tits, and reached behind me again, this time brushing my erect. Plus the two dead of course.”“That means it was a $100,000 hit, or $150,000 if it was a twofer that included Gracie.”“How can you know that?”“I have an idea what they charge from ... never mind. They are lousy on defense, they can’t protect folks like bodyguards. It always ends badly.” It was true, we all needed free-lancers on occasion, and sometimes a battle depends on who shoots first. Other times not shooting is the better idea.“My guys can protect me ... wait, you said $100K for this hit,. ‘Oh God’ she suddenly thought, her Sapphic lust temporarily giving way to the realisation that men might fancy her and think she was on the pick up. She hoped Clara would arrive soon.The cocktail arrived about the same time as Clara. Angie was distracted by the waiter and having thanked him, looked up to see the girl standing there, all sexy brown eyes and full red mouth. She was dressed in a tailored black trouser suit with white silk blouse and was wearing her hair up emphasising an ethic.