My sleep was surprisingly uninterrupted and I felt refreshed when I woke. Mistress knew, even in her deviousness, exactly what I needed and she never failed to give it to me. I made coffee in the small kitchen and then carried it to my desk where my laptop rested. I was on a mission, and just before my brain shut down the night before, I decided to spend some time getting to know my bad boy - computer style.
It wasn't hard to do. I entered his name in the search engine and one through twenty of sixty thousand links popped up. Sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll; it listed everything. I didn't believe each and every article, but pictures didn't lie and in most of them, Krispin Righteous was high as a kite. It made me wonder about his relationship with Damian.
I grabbed my cell phone and dialed Kevin's number.
He was awake. "Hi, dear."
"Hi, Kevin. I have a question."
"Shoot."
"How much alcohol did Mr. Righteous drink last night?"