"Yeah, but…"

"And I didn't complain a bit if you remember."

Kay's eyes scrunched up as she thought back on the case. "I guess that's true."

"Of course it is. But when I come up with a plan and all you can do is bitch about how you want to change it," complained an indignant brunette.

"Not… not really. Did you really think I did a good job on that other case?"

"You were wonderful. There wasn't another girl in Jimmy's stable that made half as much as you did."

Kay suddenly sat up much straighter, feeling quite proud of herself as the memories came flashing back to her. "That's right. And I only charged half price most of the time just so I could prove to Jimmy how much better I was then all those loose sluts he had around."

"All part of the reason why I was thinking of you for being the slave. It would be an undercover role demanding strong acting abilities."

Kay was quick to nod her head in agreement. "Sure, I can see where you'd need me to do that. You couldn't act your way out of a bad date."

Leslie started to say something, but stopped herself before she did. Kay would get her's soon enough as it was.

"There is that, I was thinking more about how much better you look in leather than I do."

"You really think so?"

"I'm sure of it."

"Great! O.K. I can see it's a fabulous plan. There's just one thing I don't understand."

Only one, Leslie wondered. "What's that?"

"Just why are we going to this party?"

"I thought you'd gone through all the material we brought back from the office?"

"And I did," Kay came back rather quickly, feeling a bit hurt that her friend would think otherwise.

"Did that include the rest of the files Randel sent over?"

Shit! "Well… I looked most of it over." Kay glanced over to the two foot high pile of folders and wondered which one of them she should have read.