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the Tabard Inn with her and some other friends.    He was if nothing if not typically predictable it was always poached eggs, homemade bacon, grilled cabbage and a heart stopping good hollandaise sauce. 
    “Went to a club and then to a party.” he stated not offering a lot of detail. 
    “Oh, there wasn’t anything formal on your calendar.” 
    She knew his every commitment, his every move and almost every thought. 
    “It was a date, not a function.” he answered after a long pause. 
    “Oh, did you have fun?” what else could she say without intruding, sure she wanted to know who and when and where, just in case it came up, but she could tell he wasn’t in the mood to share those details yet.  Yet she believed to be the key word. 
    “So where are you now?” He laughed out loud he knew that not knowing about his date was absolutely killing her. “I’m off to feed my addictions.   You really should be able to order your coffee in advance and then have it delivered in the morning.”
    “It’s not fucking morning!” she yelled into the phone. 
    “Jealous are we?” he ask tauntingly. 
    On the other end of the phone was silence… not a word, a whisper or a gasp.  Pure cold unadulterated silence.   He waited for her wrath, her fury her jealousy and in truth her professional and personal concern to come through.  It didn’t, after 15 seconds or so he slowly moved the phone away from his ear to find his battery had died.  On the other end Christy was yelling obscenities so vulgar that even the oldest sailor would have learned a few new words.  Upon which he ordered a little java and began his stroll back.   
        
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Daddy takes a drive
     
    There had always been pressure, there had always been expectations, but nothing new ever came of them.  Nardrea’s life has for all intent and purpose been an aimless crusade after lost cause after aimless crusade .  It was about the social interaction, her social needs, her reckless abandon.  Money had never been her issue, it wasn’t even a passing byline in the list of day to day things that concerned her.  In her perfectly twisted little realm, nothing more mattered than the proper ratio and temperature of her next drink, who could she bully into her way of thinking at the next contract negation.  Ok, bully might be the wrong word. Manipulate or coerce were certainly not any more flattering, more accurate perhaps, but certainly not more flattering.
    Nadrea worried about her appearance, the latest fashions and the next time she might feel vaguely alive.  That part usually consisted of a little chemical enhancement or libations and good hard fuck.  She worried were her under garments precisely coordinated with her outfit, not just in the sense of functionality but in an appealing and matched or complementary color.  She never broke a sweat and lived a bitchy restless upper class existence where nothing is ever quite good enough, even though very little ever truly bothered her.  She wondered sometimes late at night why she felt so empty,  why she is still sleeping alone and how most people in the world can be that stupid and still have evolved to the point we have as a species.  STD tests were a regular part of life and except for crabs in college she has always been clean (and worked hard to remain that way).  She stressed about what to eat or if her lover’s dick is large enough to really get her off.  And there was, of course, the all too problematic relationship with her parents.  Nothing was ever easy, everything had to be a production, an event and with absolute certainty completely proper according to whatever sick laws govern the ultra wealthy in Manhattan.
    It was early Sunday afternoon and the phone rang…
    “Cheers Love!” a voice proudly proclaims after a disengaged hello escaped Nadrea’s mouth.
    “Daddy you’re not