“Look familiar?” Old Bess responded, pointing to a cork board that was crawling with suggestive photographs. Sassy’s eyes widened in shock when she saw a picture of Becca doing body shots with a surprisingly jubilant Old Bess.

Old Bess observed Sassy, expecting a dose of dramatic pyrotechnics. This gal is a thorn in poor Jameson’s side. And I think I know why.

“How long have you been in love with her, hon?” Old Bess asked sympathetically.

Sassy almost slapped her, but thought better of it. After all, Old Bess did have a knife in her hand.

“What are you talking about!?” Sassy asked, not bothering to mask her hostility. “Just because you get your rocks off doing body shots with beautiful coeds doesn’t mean I do! I mean what do you think I am – some sort of lesbian or something!?” Sassy shrieked.

Old Bess smiled warmly, her wise eyes boring holes through Sassy’s soul. “Takes one to know one, hon,” Old Bess answered.

“I think I need a drink,” Sassy said miserably.

“You’re in luck. That’s my specialty.”