Chapter 965 The Dildo:>Ep 2

• "God, no!" Lynda said with the kind of mental exhaustion a person would display after nearly being hit by a bus, then making it to the safety of the sidewalk. "No phone calls! I can't have clients talking to me in this state." She looked at the bar. "And no wine either. I need tequila," she said grimly.
• "Sensible," I observed. "Since I also need serious medication, I am going in there too. Mind if we sit together?" I asked, genuinely wanting an answer to the question. Either way was okay with me, but I hoped we might restore some shreds of our former, albeit meager, working relationship. "Fair waring, I will be drinking bourbon... cask strength if they have any."
• "Come on," Lynda said. "You can slow me down."