Her gaze moved across the yard and settled on her son, Jason as he lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it onto a table beside the pool. He had g...rown up. He'd grown up a lot. His body was lean and tight, every muscle in his body defined and youthful. Before diving into their newly installed pool, Jason noticed his mother watching him from across the way. He smiled brightly and waved. Jessica smiled back. She loved her son and he'd grown into a remarkable young man. He was bright, he was. I placed her salad plate and dinner in front of her then dropped to my knees in the slave position head down to wait. She took a bite of salad, a sip of wine then a bite of the fish. She chewed slowly, evaluating my offerings. "Very good slave," She finally concluded. "You have done well." She took a piece of fish between her fingers and held it for me to take. "Here slave." Of course I was gagged, and could only whimper and shake my head in frustration! "Aren't you hungry slave?" She. ”“What does that have to do with the price of tea in China?” he asked angrily.I shook my head and said, “Because I am a decent guy that is trying to save a turd before a shit storm.”He is well-read enough to have a very colorful vocabulary without resorting to cursing.“Go away before I have you arrested too,” he said dismissively and then told Paula to do the same.She replied, “Ok. Have an enjoyable time visiting the city’s bed and bars resort.”“What are you babbling about now, Miss. And as you might have guessed, Uncle Henry had willed the land and business to me. Me and Becca, that is. But none of that mattered. Because, Becca would be going away again after the funeral and I could get back to running the Ren. Faire, just as Uncle Henry and I had always done.Or so I thought. Uncle Henry hadn’t even been buried yet before I discovered Becca seeking potential buyers for Notts’ Faire. I was in my office, speaking with the tomb stone engravers when I saw Becca through my.