“No!”  She pouted and languidly stood up and stretched. Her blouse rose up and exposed her midriff.  “I’m going to pee in peace. I’ll leave the door unlocked but I’m not going to make it fast.” She walked barefoot across the hardwood floor to the bathroom and says over her shoulder “another drink please.” And she was gone.<br/><br/>In the bathroom she first obeyed nature’s call before turning to the washbasin. She felt quite buzzed, she was badly dehydrated, her urine a  dark yellow and the alcohol wasn’t helping. The hangover tomorrow would be vicious.  She washed her face and arms with cool water and lifted first one then the next foot into the sink and washed off the dust before stepping out. Frank stood by the door with her drink. “Nervous?” She laughed.  “Poor doggie is worried about his twenty-five hundred dollar bone walking off?”  She reached up and patted his cheek. Before heading to the sofa though, she took some water and drank a tall glass full, she’d feel miserable the next day anyhow, there was no need to make it worse.<br/><br/>“So,” she said, fixing him with a don’t bullshit me stare “ why don’t you answer me a question now. Who really sent you?”