A minute later, Yasmin had ordered food for Buffy then came back my way.
"Is that your girlfriend?" my waitress asked. Why she wasn't working wasn't clear to me.
"No, she's his bodyguard," Yasmin interrupted.
"Yes, she is," I countered half a second later. I looked at Yasmin.
"You know that woman who beat me into the ground?" I met Yasmin's gaze. She nodded. "Well, she was giving Buffy crap for all kinds of reason; only peripherally for befriending me. I didn't have s*x with her to get back at that lady. I did it because she needed me and I needed her. After this, we can't engage in intercourse for...71 days. It's complicated."
"s*x with you is some sort of gift?" another one taunted.
"Absolutely," I grinned. "Ask every other woman I've been with. Hell, they love me so much, when we
