<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/Rudy_reyes.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Santiago,</span><em>First Mate and "Public Relations"</em><br/>One month ago<br/><em>Mariner's Gate</em>space station<br/>Tagging - Thalia Linnea<br/>Location -<em>Silverlight</em>nightclub<br/><hr/><br/>I feigned shock.  "Cheatin'?  Cheatin'?!  Me?<em>Moi?  Au contraire, mon frère.</em>"  I gave her a little wink.  I didn't really know for sure what I was saying - it was just something I heard in a movie once, maybe.  I was sure I was butchering both the meaning and the pronounce-tication, and probably even misusing it for this context or situation.  What was a "mon frère" anyway?<br/><br/>"Tell you what, Thalia..."  I took her hand in mine.  "I don't want no hard feelings, so... how about we try that<em>again</em>.  Double or nothing.  If I win again, I get<em>two</em>massages, both within six weeks, but one of them has to be within a<em>month</em>.  But if<em>you</em>win... okay, forget the 'or nothing' party... if you win, we have to give each other a massage, but since you lost this first bet, you have to give me a massage first.  Those are my terms.  If you still want to play this game with me, I suggest you choose your words... and their language... more carefully this time."<br/><br/>I finished my drink and ordered us another round while she thought about what to say next.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>