?Barbara just slipped down another notch of degradation. Not only was she called pet but treated as one too.Loraine gave her pet a list of, daily, cho...res. Wash clothes, make the bed, clean the room and bathroom, and prepare clothes and books for the next day and so on. One chore was to massage her mistress each evening, which she was told to prepare for right a way. Barbara neatly spread towels over the bed and waited for her mistress to undress and take place.With ample oil Barbara began her. This was the area of Tom’s interest. One table in particular, currently unoccupied but reserved by virtue of the carafe of red wine (Chilean cabernet sauvignon) and the up-turned wine glass placed upon it. His eye/brain began computing routes to arrive at that table. Once sure of the layout he settled to wait, his demeanour giving no clue to the impatience he felt or the fire coursing through his body. Lionel Wernik, a florid, nattily dressed, grade one arsehole was making his way to ‘The Pink. A single tear worked its way slowly down her cheek and her head sunk a little lower. Beth watched her partner out of the corner of her eye while wiping the blood from her own weapon. It made her heart ache to see her colleague, her friend so miserable. Glancing back down at the dead man she had just finished off she thought: 'we also have a task to finish'. Coraline knelt down, one hand holding the dagger, the other stretching out to brush her fingertips along the dead guard's foot. Her. Along the way, I found out that Stick was single, forty years old, and had no kids from his first marriage that ended, because he was working too hard to build his business. She left him the year before he finally made the big sales that locked him into the higher level of income that he now enjoyed.Over the years, he'd dated numerous women, but they never worked out, because they all wanted him to work more, since they thought he was lazy. He thought that he was smart, and enjoyed his coffee.