~~ Mordecai with Helen at the Big Screen<br/><br/>Someone had returned and by the Big Screen it must be Frank. Mordecai wasn't surprised when he saw him grab his trousers and put them on. It made sense to go back to the Hen House dressed for a game of three on the bitch.<br/><br/>Mordecai had been a fan of the Cooking Channel. Interrogators could learn a lot from those great Chefs. Who in their right mind would pay 25 bucks a plate for half a spoon full of potatoes, six green beans, and a silver dollar sized piece of tenderloin.<br/><br/>NO ONE...<br/><br/>Unless it was put on a white medium sized plate drizzled with a few lines of savory gravy and served on a white table cloth by someone with a towel over their arm.<br/><br/>It was all about the presentation. You could serve people anything if the presentation was right. And charge anything for it.<br/><br/>Mordecai decided after he got good at taking money he'd open a restaurant and make more money then he knew what to do with. He would just have to steal and collar two good Chef's and he'd be set.<br/><br/>After all he stole a damn Doctor and collared her. That was a fucking nightmare with all the pedigrees and associations she has to keep up with annually. She fucking costs a fortune but oh so worth it.<br/><br/>Mordecai glanced over at the arm of the chair selecting the first one. He picked the middle one with thumb and finger. Turning to Helen he squeezed the tip and let her watch those saw teeth jaws open.<br/><br/>"Right tit, lean forward please," Mordecai said quietly much calmer than he might have managed earlier.<br/><br/>