I've got you cold, Samuels."The fear was a living entity on the wizened civil servant's face now, and he looked wildly about him, as if seeking an ave...nue of escape. His tongue came out like an ugly pink snake to moisten his lips again and again. "What... what do you want?" he managed to quaver."I told you," Ralph Taylor said, once again letting his voice go casual. "I want to take you to lunch." Who are you, mister? You're not--" From the authorities, state or federal? No, I'm just a private. I enjoy coming home though, my beautiful wife Crystal is so attentive to my needs and is always there to hear about the problems of my day. Coming home is the highlight of my day, just because I know she is there for me. We share our stories at the end of each day over dinner, then it is time to rest and just enjoy being with each other.Crystal always likes to surprise me and please me, anything from just a beautiful smile to the best sex any man could enjoy.On this night I came home, and all. Think that. Say this. Marry this man. Don't marry that one. Have kids. What do we have to look forward to?"Catheryne opened her mouth... And closed it again. There wasn't a lot she could say, really. Hadn't she felt the shackles of her sex around her her entire life? Bad enough that Queen Meralina had failed to bear any children: now her First Lance's offspring was a girl! Girls couldn't do anything. They sat at home and embroidered while men went off and did the real work. And now one of them. They both got one punch thrown at two of the underlings before their vision dimmed and they slumped to the floor unconscious. The landlord chose that moment to make his appearance and stepped into the apartment."What do you want?" one of the men growled as he pointed his weapon at him. The landlord hurriedly raised his hands in surrender."That's okay, let him in," Tony ordered. "Get these two tied up and out to the van." Are you parked on South Street?" the landlord asked."Yeah," Tony.