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You thank Cantella graciously and see her off, since she says she needs to go now. She didn't touch the box of crackers you set out for her at all. There's a charged moment in the doorway where the pheromones make you think Cantella might have tried to charge you, pin you down and kiss you wildly, leading to wild, intense, living-room sex, but you just thank her and close the door on her. It's best not to mix business and pleasure, you reckon. Look what happened when VPD made you investigate Ena Fuvya. You got lucky on that one. Lucky that Detective Jimmy Waters can't help himself when it comes to getting frisky with the clientele. You wonder about Jimmy, he's been off in his own wonderland ever since Seth broke up the trio of you, him and Don.
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Fuck. Phew.
Even though Investigator Peña Ortiz just dropped a giant bombshell in your living room, you can only focus on one thing.
Even though you thought the VCJ hit piece would drive you mad, you've been ignoring it, you can only focus on one thing.
Even though there are many more t's to cross and i's to dot in order to save your skin, you can only focus on one thing.
You bring out a pound of ground beef, an egg, garlic and onion powders, and salt and pepper. You form three very large, 1/3 lb. hamburgers, and fry them up in your backyard BBQ pit, which is currently firing mesquite chips.
After washing your hands, you clean the kitchen, and clear the table. You set out two plates opposite from each other, then bring the condiments out of the fridge.
Soon, the three burgers are done. You leave your burger on another plate on the counter, and set the table - a burger on each plate, each accompanied by a cool, tall glass of water.
The girls have been starving for 24 hours.
Before you greet Mandie in the basement, you hear her stomach growl over the creak of the cellar steps.
Waking Black Rose up with a finger in her dry, dry mouth, you pull your finger out and realize the attic air is moister and more humid than the mouth.
Mandie is eager to get out of her ropes and chains, and see what it's like to inflict the pain. To bite rather than be bitten.
Black Rose dry heaves a few times but can't get anything up until the fifth or sixth heave. Just bile. She seems a little sick.
Mandie waits for you under your attic as you bring Black Rose out. You firmly instruct Mandie not to drop Black Rose under any circumstance, or their will be punishment. She blushes but assists you in retrieving the girl, with no funny business. In fact, upon seeing the bruised, bare-breasted, barely conscious Black Rose, Mandie squeals and smiles.
