I sheathed my knife.“Thank you Dick,” I said backing away toward my Jeep with my free hand on Dawn’s shoulder.“Why do you keep calling me Dick...? My name is Ricky.”“Dick is the most common nickname for Richard, but you truly live up to the more phallic reference,” I grinned still backing off.“Who the fuck do you think you are?”“I’m the mean old fart that’s allowing you all to live. I could shoot all four of you and take all the money and vanish,” I saw shock and disbelief in Dawn’s eyes at that. ’ She’d never say exactly who she was talking about. Lissa?”“Lissa is a really good friend of mine. Of ours. She’s really more than a friend.”“Obviously! Geez, no wonder Melody is so upset.”“Huh?”“Tony, you idiot! What girl could compete with that goddess? Melody probably feels like you don’t think she’s good enough or pretty enough.”“That’s ridiculous. Lissa has been nothing but supportive of Melody and me. She plays racquetball with me. She’s teaching Melody. She modeled for us. She taught us. But she was feeling sassy. That was good.~Just as long as you don't have a boy over. Or boys.I sipped my iced tea. It was the only downer of the meal. It tasted just a bit off and I was missing wine.~Who says I don't?~Oh, well then I hope they're treating you right. Any of your boy toys ever give YOU head?There was something of a delay before the next response. Ron had started giving me a look. Not unhappy. Curious.~No. But they always expect me to do it for them.~And?~And it's not the most. Andy was listening closely because Regan had not been overly forthcoming about how she got into her dire circumstances."Uggh!" she said finally. "I'll see you there or back at school."She turned to Andy expectantly."I can drop you off at the party," he offered without being asked. "I told you, my entire evening is free."He offered a rueful smile."Thanks," Regan said with a smile. "Write down your address and I'll make sure to send you some gas money. I'm sorry I'm being such a pain. I really.