Ashley was the latest adoptee, she was more than a cook, she had been the Sous Chef at a class London restaurant, where her husband also worked. She had no desire to return, which was a boon for the Hogarth club and the residents, breakfast was superb.
Ashley had turned rationed food into a gourmet delight there were so many groans of pleasure that Roger almost missed the phone ringing.
He picked up the extension in the kitchen, he waved for quiet which proved he was a wishful thinker. The girls did reduce their noise from cacophonous to noisy, so Roger could just hear his brother speaking. There were a few nods and the conversation was terminated with a thanks.
"Well?" the girls said almost in unison as Roger just sat and picked up his toast.
"Sorry, I didn't thing you were interested. I thought you all preferred chatting."
Georgina moved over and cupped his balls.
"Depending on what you intend to do, that could be good."
Georgina squeezed, the girls laughed at his reaction.
"Talk!" Georgina said.
"Through some administrative error, Arthur Dunn and Jock Mosley were held in the same holding cell at Wormwood Scrubs. Then to exacerbate the error Jock who had a few broken ribs was moved to the safety of a cell with George Dobie and John Croston. In the morning the brothers of two of the murdered girls were surprised that Jock had died. They claimed it must have been complications from the fight with Arthur, who didn't recover from the beating that Jock gave him."
"Of dear, what a pity, never mind," Lola said with a smile.
Georgina looked less happy.
"Are you OK Georgina?" Roger asked holding her hand.
She nodded and smiled, "Yes, I guess I am. It really is poetic justice."
"It was your idea," Reggie said thoughtlessly.
Georgina's smile stayed, "Yes, it was elegant and necessary but a life is still a life."
"Except if your name is Jock Mosley!" Ashley said.
She walked over with the final two breakfast plates, one for Crash and one for her. Crash had been keen to save a seat for her.
"Was last night eventful, Crash?" Georgina asked, she guessed why he went out last night.
He turned and smiled at Ashley, "Your shit of a husband had a little trouble speaking but he agreed never to speak to you again and to be especially polite should you choose to speak to him."
Ashley kissed his cheek.
"I have to report to Octavian do you want to come Crash?"
"Sure."
"Are you still here Roger?" Brielle asked.
They all laughed but the men took the hint.
"Roger, I want to go over the books with you tonight, please make sure you are here, OK?"
He nodded, it appears that his birthday had been forgotten, books would be alright as long as it was with Georgina. When the boys had gone Georgina said, "Ashley we are having a surprise birthday party for Roger tonight, do we have enough food to do snacks?"
"No, but you are running a commercial kitchen, I'll buy some supplies today."
"Thanks," Georgina said, she felt guilty but given their plans it was the sisters only, she was about to clarify the situation when Ashley said, "You don't mind if we don't come, Crash and I are moving my stuff tonight..." she looked down demurely, "I was hoping he would stay at my place."
"Fucking fabulous idea, that will fuck up your husband." Brielle said.
Ashley grinned so much her bruises hurt, "That's the idea."
Lola smiled she was glad she had spent some time educating Crash about what women wanted.
The preparations had been successful, when Crash and Ashley left, the drawing room was filled with plates of hors d'oeuvre and some nice bottles of wine, the only thing missing was Roger.
The girls decided to wait in the drawing room, Georgina the kitchen. She heard him in the scullery, he had come in by the staff door.
"Hello, georgeous Georgina," he said.
"You mean gorgeous?"
"No I was right, you mixed with anything makes it better."
She grabbed his hand, "Come on let's go and play with the figures."
She dragged him into the drawing room, she had made enough noise so the girls had time to hide.
Roger looked around, "Where are the books?" he said.
"I thought we could manipulate other figures for your birthday."
The girls jumped out from their hiding spots shouting happy birthday, Roger was inundated with nubile bodies all wanting to kiss and cuddle.
"Your birthday repast," Georgina said as she swept the table cloth off the food.
Roger walked to the table if he could fill three mouths with hors d'oeuvre he could avoid getting into trouble with Georgina.
"Here you are," Georgina passed a glass to everyone.
"To Roger have a fantastic birthday."
Everyone repeated the toast.