. Well, he said the wrong thing or said it the wrong way (a typical problem with men). When he reminded Tatiana that Ben fired her, it was not a prude...nt thing to do and Tatiana naturally reacted explosively, "Firing me and hiring that lesbian reporter and supposed nurse were two of the biggest and possibly the last mistakes Ben ever made."Before I could stop him, Jack countered (with typical male inattention to wisdom) with a chuckle and obvious sarcasm, "Like a little woman your size could do. There was an adjoining closet with an old-fashioned flush toilet and washbasin. A barred window, in the wall opposite the bed, overlooked the back yard.Katrina, naked but for a pair of cotton socks, was trembling with cold and shock. She was sobbing uncontrollably. Her thighs were smeared with evidence of her recent rape. Helen, despite nursing a suspected broken rib and a badly bruised throat, did her best to comfort the young girl.Their jailer, Ma Butcher, stood in the doorway, hands on hips,. I wandered over to a row of seats and sat down by myself. She knew where to find me, when she'd had her little life experience without me. I'd chauffeur her back to her house and maybe just go home and leave her to her sister and her mansion."Girl troubles?" a voice said. I looked over and saw some girl staring at me, her head lying on her arm draped over the back of the row of seats. She was dressed all in black. She had dark hair and dark eyes. She was looking at me without the slightest hint. Well, a few weeks ago there was a party at the house of a good friend of mine, Miles Conroy, who is also an old flame of mine. Pretty much a good bunch of the VIPs were there, from fashion insiders to socialites. Anyway, many of the ones who ‘matter’ to the ‘social environment’ were there, including me and Cornell.I will have to say here the party was darn boring and nothing to talk about, but someone slipped me the tip that there was a room where more ‘entertaining’ stuff was happening. I.