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Message: <blockquote data-quote="RangerWickett" data-source="post: 2771317" data-attributes="member: 63">Halloween7:15 pmRobert had a pang of conscience when he parted ways with Terry. He knows the guy is being pursued by people who want him dead, but Robert felt he had done his part. He kept the guy company for a full afternoon, letting him live like a normal person for once. But after the sun had set and Robert had a chance to sleep with Catwoman (the classic version, not that terrible Halle Berry one), it was time to let the man handle himself. Robert has no doubts that Terry will not touch either of the other two vixens he left him with, since he's still holding a torch for his dead girlfriend Lin, but he told Terry not to leave the French Quarter for the rest of the evening, so he trusts that he should be able to handle himself.What irritates Robert most is that he's thinking of this while he's alone in a hotel room with Catwoman. Or at least she was Catwoman. He can't really think of her that way now that her costume is lying on the floor next to the bed.Still, guilty conscience or not, Robert has made a living from lying, so no doubt the young lady thinks he's having a wonderful time. After they're done, she clings to him in the bed while he lies with his eyes open, looking at the ceiling. A radio they left on in the shower crackles with music. I look straight at her and I say,"BABY!Please forgive me honey."And then I wait a few minutes to see how she take it,And then I say,"BABY!Please forgive me honey."And then I stand back far enough so that when she swings,I can duck.- B.B. King, "Worry, Worry" Robert's phone rings.He blinks. His body is still relaxed, but his face in tense. No one should have the phone's number. Still laying in bed, he reaches out and picks his phone off the dresser. He answers the call but says nothing.A voice, tinged with Louisianan drawl, asks, "Robert Black?"Robert doesn't respond. Next to him, Catwoman stirs but seems content to cling to him quietly."Mr. Black," the voice continues, "this Adrien Lee. You know my daughter, Belladonna, and she spoke highly of you."Robert softly asks, "How did you get this number?"A pause. Robert wonders what Mr. Lee is thinking, and wishes he could see the man's face to get a read on him. From his tone of voice, Robert already knows Mr. Lee is accustomed to getting his way."I actually don't know," Mr. Lee chuckles. "I asked my aide to get me in touch with you. Are you not used to getting calls from thankful fathers?"Robert frowns, but keeps his voice a cordial murmur. "I keep this number unlisted. I guess this just means you're well-connected.""Ah, yes." Mr. Lee waits a moment, then continues. "Mr. Black, I would like to meet with you, to learn in person about the man who helped save my daughter. Also, Donna-Belle seems to have actively not invited you to tonight's party. My daughter has a poor sense of how to thank those who help her, so I'd like to tell you that you are indeed invited to the festivities.""You're daughter had good reasons for not inviting me.""Or your friend Terry," Mr. Lee says. "Is he with you? I want to extend the invitation to him too.""No," Robert says. He can tell Mr. Lee is curious about Terry. "Mr. Lee, I'm sorry, but I don't feel like going to a party tonight. I'm honestly a little exhausted from a day of earlier partying already.""Mr. Black, there are some issues that you and I need to discuss that are not appropriate for a phone conversation.""Really?" Robert considers. "Well, then why don't you come out and meet me? Take a break from your 'party'? I know this nice restaurant at the edge of the French Quarter with a book store inside of it.""Very well," Mr. Lee says, but Robert can tell that the man is hardly pleased."So you'll call me when you're on your way?" Robert asks."I'll have a man meet you first. You said yourself, Mr. Black, my daughter had good reasons not to invite you, and when strangers threaten my daughter, I get cautious too."Robert laughs. "Alright, if you're afraid I'm dangerous, sure. Have your guy meet me in the lobby of," he pauses like he's thinking of a place, but ultimately he just picks the hotel he's staying at right now. "the Marriot. Half an hour.""Very well. I look forward to meeting you, Mr. Black, and getting your point of view on a few things."Robert hangs up the phone, puts it back on the dresser, and lays looking at the ceiling. Mr. Lee worries him. He can't put his finger on why, but the situation bothers him.Twenty-five minutes later he pulls himself out of bed. With a smile on his face, he gets Catwoman's phone number, kisses her goodbye, then gets dressed and goes downstairs. As he suspected, Mr. Lee has sent a thug to meet him, a huge white man in a white suit. Horribly displeased with the direction things are going, Robert follows the man to the parking garage, but convinces the thug not to bother frisking him. He then gets into the car's back seat, and they head off.On the drive to the restaurant, Robert pulls out his phone. He deletes Catwoman's number.</blockquote>

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