”I paused a bit. “So, when did you tell her to expect us?”Kathy blushed, just a bit. “Umm ... around 3 o’clock?”Surprised, I asked, “For... dinner?”Shyly, she nodded. “Uh-huh. For dinner. At around three. At home.”I looked the kitchen clock. “Uh, Honey? Isn’t it around 1 o’clock, right now?”“Uh-huh.”“Shouldn’t we be moving along in that plan, just a leeetle bit faster, than we are?”She ghosted a grin. “I suppose so...”I pecked her on the lips. “Eat up! We have things to do!”We finished breakfast,. The silly bugger couldn't tie his shoe laces without a thought or memory of Betty come rushing in and his little brain cells would go into overdrive and blood start to rush to his loins. Coherent thought left through his ear and an empty, lust filled body would be the prize for the day. Rambo had had enough of watching his master go down the tubes every morning.Somehow, they got through the day. Apart from the one mishap with the ewe that was still concussed and kept calling Rambo luv or dear. "Excuse me?" Come on! You two are so obviously into each other! Everyone can see it. It was just a matter of time." Then why... with the...?" Because I'm into you too, obviously. Didn't know you and Buffy were together already, thought I'd have some fun while I still could." Then... you'll stop... now that you know?" Yeah. Sorry. I didn't know." Okay then. Good. Glad we had this talk."Faith stood up and started to walk away."Wait, Faith." Dawn said. Faith turned back around, only to meet Dawn's. The third guy’s still on the stand when the judge, who’s a stickler about time, calls the lunch break, an hour and a half.The three of us quick-step back to Irving’s office, where he’s ordered take-out lunch. It’s sandwiches, of course, which I know doesn’t make Hugo happy; he isn’t big on bread and hasn’t ever thought that anything between two slices of it is real food. But he goes along in his usual stoic way.“OK, Hugo, you get anything?” Irving asks.“I think is very much,” Hugo tells him..