The Reverend laughed.  "I've got one question: how soon can we start Boss?"  Damn the man could paint a pretty picture.<br/><br/>The Reverend hurriedly forked a few more mouthfuls of the lasagna into his mouth, chewing it a little bit before swallowing and stood up, his plate only half finished.  "I say, let's get to work."  He had such an itch right now.  He walked over to Doctor Bitch, kneeling on the floor, and held the leftovers on his plate. "Is she hungry? Is it ok if I feed her?" He looked back at the Boss, the woman clearly his property.  He scraped the lasagna from his plate to the floor in front of here.  "Go ahead, you can have some lasagna if you want, good girl." He patted her head.  "When you two boys are ready -- and I don't mean to rush you -- I'll be over at the interrogation room. I'm eager to set things up for poor little Maddy. Need to make her suffer just right, until she cracks right down the middle and all of her creamy goodness leaks out for us.  Then the Boss can scoop up whatever he wants, and we can play with the leftovers."  He could tell he had that Christmas morning twinkle in his eyes, only this time, he knew exactly what was in every package, and it was exactly what he'd always wanted.<br/><br/>Santa must have thought he was really nice this year. Or was it naughty.  No matter. As long as he got what he wanted.