”“Good,” Jamie said. “Let me call them and I’ll get back to you. If they refuse, it should be a slam dunk in court, including recovering our... fees.”We thanked Jamie and hung up.“You know, there are probably other copies floating around,” Mario said.“I know,” I said. “But one step at a time. Let’s get back to work and let Julia make the phone calls.”Cindi and Mario headed out to appointments and I went back up to the attic to continue working on bug fixes and change orders for the medical. They then took turns sensuously feeding their desserts to each other. Shortly after finishing their celebration dinner, they stepped out onto the dance floor. He never considered himself much of a dancer, but he wouldn’t let that keep him from holding a beautiful woman in his arms. They danced for about the next hour while only taking momentary breaks to sip some more champagne. When they returned to the apartment, she went to change into something more comfortable while he changed out of his. Now Dora is Nora younger sister and she too is married, but to a man with brains, the hon George Brewer. Now George is a name, big in the city and big everywhere else, including in the trouser department, they already having 6 k**s! This by now was pissing off the rather nubile Dora, who had told the oldest of the three sisters, Kora, (who so wanted k**s) that Nora could do with a proper seeing too, and breeding and as both Norma and you Kora are so in need we all should have a swap round! By. I will do almost anything she asks."I see." Steph says. "I have something in mind. It's a very easy game. There are only a few rules. First. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Second. Any word you speak will end the game. I promise." Steph squeezes my hand to emphasise her promise. "Because it's my game, I get to speak freely. Once you stop the game, we can't start it up again the same day. Sound fair?" I ... I guess that's fair. And all I have to do is say 'stop'.