"No, I . . . of course not, Mrs. . . . now please, there's no call for that kind of . . . no . . . no . . . no . . . but that's not fair . . . I didn't . . . no . . . but . . . no . . . (sigh) . . . yes, I understand."

"Who was that?" Kitty asked, looking up from her place on the floor where she was polishing my shoes.




"Jon's wife. She's a bit put out by the pictures of her husband and Emma in the papers."


"I don't know what she's so suprised about," Kitty said as she rubbed my shoes with a cloth, "Emma sleeps with just about everybody."


"Yes well, not everyone is as broad minded as we are. And besides, Emma did not sleep with Jon."


Kitty looked up at me with an expression that said I was a total moron. I was about to chastize her when it occured to me . . could she be right? Did Emma actually sleep with Jon, either with or without his consent? It certainly would not be beyond her typical Hellfire antics.


"Get me Emma Frost!" I shouted. "I'm going to have to mind-meld with her."