A Drink To Die With Devotion /Best Erotic Novel/

A Toast to a Benedict

The guests were set to leave__after spending two nights. Sunkiss shared to them her engagement party invitation card. She was very nervous of the wedding, wandering for designed gowns. It made her have a specific choice. She wanted the best of all weddings in town, competing with Bianca and Red Donna's fashion. She wanted to know who was Bianca's fashion designer. She had asked former hair stylist to Bianca, Miss Kiss, across town.

The thieves!

She went down underground to ask them. The decayed body had started going through the process of rigor mortis.

"Yuck!" She said covering her nose in disgust.

The thieves made it a tradition of burying whoever that was found dead should remain there until after three days. They wanted that for Lazy Lizzy, but Ma Rochas ended up cursing them.

Pablo replaced her with Dirty Jean as the new bartender. He was the bar all-time favorite customer. It was an honour for him. He had wanted this very rank since he had proved to work harder than Lizzy.

They made a toast for him.

A toast to a benedict!

It was what Lovesex ever called him. Her Lord.

She gave him a wink from across the table.

"Nice ring Jean." Bianca commented. "Where did you get it from?" Now took his hand to hers, glancing at the accessory.

He rose up to look at Lovesex quickly. He had forgotten if and whether she had told him what to tell people about the ring. It was up to him, to come up with a meaningful lie.

He croaked his throat. The words won't come out. He pretended to cough, listening to what his brain was trying to translate. Bianca pat his back, still waiting for him to give her answer.

"I stole it from a customer." Damn, it wasn't what that he wanted to say. Definitely, she would ask which of her customer's were rich or friends able to possess a diamond ring.

Red Donna had possessed one of those rings. She stole it from a man's purse__after sex. He was going to his wedding when he got lost on the way, bumped into the bar to ask for direction. There, she accompanied him, fucked him and invaded into his privacy__ring, money and other beautiful accessories that he was about taking to his bride.

Lovesex stole the ring too from Red Donna, at Love-goes-round wedding with Caesar, years backward.

Now she had given Jean this, something not worth owning by him, just in the name of love.

He quickly took away his hand from Bianca's. She was curious to know more of the ring. He refused to panic, since he was very sensible.

"...from the guests that were here." That was a remarkable statement, since most of the guests who came here were rich. She won't decline that fact.

A sharp and quick memory came to him. He thought the ring was for ladies, so he quickly said:

"I took it from a Lady's. And I would sell it after."

Bianca was impressed, getting up to see for male customers coming into the bar for sex services.

"Right this way, cowboys."

Lovesex grinned at Jean, waving at him to come take her glass. It wasn't his job though, but he went.

She slipped a tiny piece of paper into his shirt pocket, contained in it was a home adress.

"See to the paper." She whispered into his ears, before she took her leave.

Ma Rochas was always Jean's bar favorite woman. She was leaving the bar to Atlanta. She wanted a break__sleepless nights, malfunctioning of her body parts, eats less. They were all her troubles.