On the other hand, a flat in Knightsbridge seems relatively close. I was a little worried we’d have to go through the phone book looking up every Coleman in London, but fortunately the arrogant arsehole had given Devon his card. On it he wrote, “Any time. Any position. xxx.” I am again reminded of my loathing for this man. “I hate you all,” Devon tells us. Which seems a little unfair considering we splurged on a new dress for her along with new shoes and a bottle of dubious champagne. Jasmine picks a rogue tag free from the dress. “OK.” Aiko holds Devon by her newly bared shoulders. “Remember. Get the key card, get the card out of the apartment, however you can. Dropping it out of a window is preferential.” “You do realize you’re asking me to remove his pants.” Aiko shakes her head. “Not necessarily, no.” “You want me to reach into his pants pocket while he’s still in them?”
