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as
one.
    Leon was at last back with them, and
that was good.
    “ What, Mister
Darban?”
    Adelia put her hand on
Darban’s knee, shocked by the casual nature of it, but maybe it
would spark something in her husband.
    “ Well, yours is such a
lovely city. Perhaps you would care to join us, and enjoy a ride in
my lovely limousine—and perhaps you could show me, that is to say,
Georges and I, around in return.”
    “ Well…”
    Leon spoke up.
    “ I gotta piss. Real bad,
Thomas.”
    Adelia slapped the back of his hand
and he grinned unexpectedly, leaning out a bit to exchange
pleasantries with Mister Darban, attentive on the far
side.
    “ See what I got to put up
with?” He put his left arm around Adelia and gave her little
squeeze.
    She tried to look pleased, and modest,
and, oh, so elegant, as if she were enjoying herself and that they
did this all the time.
    She really ought to watch that hand.
It seemed to have a mind of its own. She met Leon’s eyes and
flushed scarlet.
    Thomas smiled inscrutably and nodded
knowingly.
    Leon reached over with his right hand
and took her right leg just behind the knee. He gave it a little
squeeze, and then rubbed, hand going around in small
circles.
    “ She’s a good person
though, and I love her so very much. So, I just sort of put up with
it.” Leon belched slightly. “That’s the key to a good marriage. But
seriously, folks. I really need to go.”
    Adelia heaved a deep sigh,
relinquishing his stare.
    Rolling her eyes, she twisted in her
seat to regard Thomas a little more directly.
    “ And now you see
what I have to
put up with.”
    He nodded in all solemnity.
    And then she turned her head around to
re-engage Leon, still holding her leg and kneading it a little just
to remind her that he was there. Her skirt was creeping up under
the assault, she realized, and that’s when Thomas reached over and
patted her on the knee again. She gave him a distant look out of
the corner of her eye, but said nothing.
    Her lips parted and she felt very warm
all of a sudden, a little confused maybe, and her eyes slid away to
be caught by the eyes of the man in the mirror, who licked his lips
and looked away…oh, wow.
    Georges reached up and adjusted the
mirror. Downwards, just ever so slightly…
    As for Thomas, he wasn’t looking at
her eyes, he was looking at her cleavage, which was the one thing
this stupid dress had going for it. The fingertips of Leon’s left
hand were stroking her ear.
    Oh, my word.
    After the pat on the knee, Darban sat
back, but Leon was still nuzzling at her right ear. He was just
showing off, she decided.
    “ Stop
it.” She giggled, watching Thomas. “You
brat.”
    Thomas chuckled.
    “ Ah, yes, yes, let’s see
here.” Darban exposed a console hidden inside a burled walnut
panel, lacquered to high perfection.
    Lights and switches and dials glowed
in the dim interior as he found some jazz music, which had always
been Adelia’s favourite. She especially loved the slow and sultry
sax, with maybe a tinkling piano and someone who knew how to play,
with the drums soft and sensual in the background.
    Darban cleared his throat and
addressed Mr. Hashimodo or whatever his name was.
    “ Georges.”
    Adelia stifled a grin at
the thought. Hashimodo. All the champagne was getting to her. Leon wasn’t
the only one feeling it.
    “ Yes, Mister
Darban?”
    “ Pull into the park here.
Our guest needs to relieve himself.”
    “ Yes, sir. I know just the
thing.” He rotated his head and gave Leon an understanding look.
“I’ve done it myself—you know, as a professional driver. Ahem. All that sort of
thing.”
    Craning his neck, he took a quick peek
at Adelia’s exposed legs and then winked at Leon.
    Grinning, Leon gave him a nod.
Anywhere along here would do…holy, hell, what was the man holding
out for?
     
    “ Just give me a good-sized
tree, my good man. Almost any tree will do.”
    Thomas chuckled, and as she looked
over, held her eye strangely, with his chin