I bribed her with everything I could think of.

- flowers

- chocolate

- my head on a platter *bitch smiled at this*

- her favorite beverage

- *raises eyebrow* myself *she laughed*

- a ticket to Austrailia *i got her attention and then she asked if she could bring her husband*

- back to sqaure one *at least she is talking to me*

Four shots of Tequila and one incredibly sexy woman who is hormonal are the ideal ingredients for …?

I know what my intentions were/are… *smirks* but considering the key element was hormonal, I am damned lucky to have left with only a few bite marks.

I must remember it is her who needs Vodka and a reminder that visual aids are welcomed.

A man cannot serve two masters. He will either love one and hate the other or be devoted to one and despise the other.

I shall take this under full consideration as the transition takes place, as I have been promoted to taskmaster.

*narrows eyes at Shem*

Yes, I do have a bit more authority, love - take heed and show your respect.

Take heed of the taskmaster who offers food, drink, and company. It comes with an expected amount of compensation. In my case I was required to sit, sneer smile, narrow eyes nod politely, and, my favorite preference, agree to disagree for four hours.