Mustn't use the words evil and IRS together. They had eyes and ears everywhere, or so he was told. That must be rather painful, he pondered, with a ch...uckle.Still, there were always some advantages, which those of a magical persuasion, had over ordinary mortals. His shop was never in one place long enough for the state tax collectors to get hold of him, but the feds were another matter entirely. No one in their right mind would want that group coming after them. So he had made a few minor. "Yes. I think I've made another mistake and I don't know what to do about it."I could see the beginnings of tears. "Tell me about it." He treats me like a maid and a ... a ... whore. I'm there to cook, clean and give him sex. He doesn't respect me and likes to rub it in by talking about you." What about me?" He calls you a wimp and worthless in bed or I wouldn't have left you. He thinks of himself as a 'real man' and I should be on my knees thanking him every day for taking me away from you.. He had order two more drinks, evidently, because they were delivered to our table, and I tried to decline, but he begged to talk just a little more, so I stayed.We talked about lots of other things, finished our drinks, and as I got up to leave, he offered to escort me up the elevator.As we entered the elevator, his arm at my back and when the door closed he pulled me to him, looking me in the eyes and asked if he could have one kiss to remember me by!Before I could pull away and say no, his. One of the calls was from Heather, who had called collect. When the receptionist told her that I was in a meeting, she left a number where she could be reached, adding that it was imperative that I return the call to discuss an urgent matter.Fearing that the urgent matter had something to do with our mother, I dialed the number and discovered it was the diner where she worked."Clifford left me and it's your fault," Heather said in a tearful tone of voice.Hearing that our mother was not in.