Mark," Mark said in the tone of an adult speaking to an especially slow child. He squinted his eyes suspiciously, "You feeling alright, take a knock o...n the head or something?"Tom sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes with his palms, "Aren't you supposed to be in the hospital with a bunch of tubes sticking out of you?"Mark looked surprised. "Didn't your girl tell you?" he asked while gesturing at Mia's supine form. When Tom looked blank, Mark continued, "Huh. How about that? Well, your. "Hey, you two," he corrected, "we're not going to be here long enough for any of that. Sorry." It's okay, Daddy," Kathy climbed back onto the couch, "we just got a little carried away." No problem," the busy man smiled, "if it wasn't almost time for dinner I'd be right there with you." That would be great, Daddy-Master," Christi cooed as she readjusted her bright blue garter belt. Her nipple clamp glowed a bright cherry red as she sat down next to Kathy and looked hungrily at the man behind the. And some seventeenth-century pamphlets and Sheridan plays in what looked like first editions. They must have cost a pretty penny. As had that Burton.There was also a four-drawer filing cabinet and a desk. The cabinet was open, the desk was locked. "Do you have the key?" I asked Billings."It's one of these two. The other is for the cabinet."The top left drawer contained garbage: packs of Kleenex, parts of rolls of lozenges and Tums, a vast number of pink message pad sheets with phone numbers,. Then she closed her eyes. Her hand lowered a few inches. She whispered plaintively, "Please stop me." How? You won't listen to me."She moved the glass toward me. "Take this away from me. Take it."I gently put my hand around the glass and took it from her. Her eyes still closed, she put a hand across her face.She said, "Get rid of it."I poured the glass of wine down the sink and put the glass on the counter.She looked down at my hand and took it in hers and held it tightly. She relaxed a little..