“Are you trying to tell me you got it on with Hart Ralston?” “I’m not trying to tell you anything. You’re yanking it out of me with brute force.” “Holy Three Mothers, how many times?” Mercy wavered, a denial on her tongue, but she knew it would do her no good now. “How many times for him, or how many times for me? Because they’re not the same, and I am definitely in the lead.” Lilian screamed in her face.
