Sadie and I waited in the parlour. With all my girls accounted for, I shooed them upstairs for their beauty sleep. I put away the tea cups and poured Sadie some fortifying whiskey. The amber liquid was some an elegant Scots gentleman had used in exchange for some of my favors. I poured some into a cut glass for myself. Sipping, I fervently wished that man would come back. Not only was his whiskey the finest, he was considerate, kind and had amazing stamina.<br/><br/>Sadie was still wringing her hands when Gustav came in with Mr. Novell and his companion, the good doctor.  The doctor took my hand with courteous, his warm breath lighting an interest in me. Perhaps it was the whiskey and the memories of the Scotsman. Mr. Novella cleared his throat.<br/><br/>After sharing the details of Sadie's Anne and Jayne, I sipped the whiskey as if it were morning juice. Who cared if it was too early to be drinking? It was five oclock somewhere and besides that, this was a house of prostitutiuon, I was the Madame. Might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb.