" Sounds good. Smells good too." Hope so. What would you like to drink?" H-have you got any gin?"He nodded. "Tonic?" Please." You're in luck. I've eve...n got a lemon." A very Jeeves no less."He chuckled, poured her drink and handed it to her. She took a sip."Ooh yum! I haven't had G and T for ages but I've still definitely got a taste for it. Thanks, Andrew."He picked up the whisky and soda he had poured earlier for himself and they went back into the living room where they both sat on the. I half expected it to cause my last breath to pass my lips. Instead, a sense of smooth well-being swept over me and I had an urge to take another shot for good measure. Of course, I didn’t do it because I was still only desperate and not crazy like some of those renegade Indians jumping the so-called reservation to murder and mutilate the mostly defenseless settlers out on the open range.I shoved the hankies into the coals of the burning wood fire in the heating stove in the corner and watched. Boy, did I get that wrong. I was talking about how high maintenance Simone was becoming with Lindsey when she hauled off and slapped me.“What the hell was that for?”“For being a screaming idiot. The bitch is a gold digger. She walks around your house looking like she’s appraising everything she sees for an auction. Why the hell you bother with her when you have so much better waiting for you is beyond me.”Okay, I really am an idiot. I had no idea who she was talking about. “Just who would that. She needs to be punished again for the bad job she didin there the first time.“Go get the slut and bring her here this minute,” MaryJane demanded.“Yes mistress,” Jean replied as I watched her hurrytowards the bathroom. I was creaming in my pants justthinking how mother must look. I would never havethought it was possible and most of all I didn’t knowhow I would react. We both just stood there.I saw Jean returning down the hall holding mother headby her earlobe..