Re: the reunion; cas & mat
"If I'd known all of this was about the lift, I would have secured the team of mediation lawyers." They were surely on speed dial, or perhaps magically suspended in the uterolith of some cavernous walk-in closet. All of them hanging upside down like cloistered, bespectacled vampire bats, just w a i t i n g to draw blood.
Caspar really was not in the mood to do her any favors, not without at least getting jerked off first. And, besides, he disavowed the idea of reenacting scenes from Damn Yankees when she absolutely knew that he preferred the acid-on-a-sugarcube ataxia en pandemonium of that one Sweet Charity number. The actual acid, which they would need to imbibe for authencity's sake, would be easy enough to find. But, the obvious argument was where would they find that many back-up dancers on such short notice? The caravan of whores in town was a possibility, not that he knew anything about them or their whereabouts or the merit of their flexibility.
There was little doubt that she would carreen them straight through the gate altogether if he dawdled for much longer while savoring the whiplash, and so he fished the phone from his pocket. Boop boop boop went his fingertip and technology did its thing to pry open the ancient, steel-boned mandible of the driveways waiting maw. Welcome to the belly of the beast. The house itself sat up, far ahead from the winding driveway, like some cubic architectural apparition plucked out of cold, steel obscurity and then dropped directly into the fringe of a verdant oasis.