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"Of course, marriage is a happy occasion. You should be ecstatic." Kai tried to smile now he had practiced to make himself look more convincing several times in the mirror before coming. His mirror had shown him that he was getting slowly better at this.

"You know how women are if you make them mad, there's money involved to solve up the simpering. I need to make it up to her with selling this off. I'm short on money, brother, help me."

Kai looked from his prize to the jailer holding it in his possession. He nodded slowly before pointing to the playstation. "Then maybe you should consider giving what is valuable to her?"

Vasko chuckled darkly and Kai felt uncomfortable as his eyes darted around the room wondering if there was something more valuable than this that the man was hiding from him. "I know you're a collector and a good one at that. But this is the opposite gender we're talking about. Men and women run by different rules. Girls honestly never understand anything about electronics or even gaming. This is our world. Her eyes will only glitter when she sees a Mazzerati and a nice house in the hamptons and a credit card with no spending limit so she can max it out with all the lingerie that she's going to buy to make me happy. And of course it will make me happy so she'll have it. She is after all deserving of these things as a looker herself, she's used to daddy having a big wallet and then she'll get old and loose her looks, she's starting to anyway as her old flame died."

Kai was considerably disinterested and he didn't want to encourage more of this type of talk so he just nodded. His prize was tilted on it's side now and he wondered if already had he done too much. He knew that his play station to him was worth a lot more than a nice car and a couple million for a house. A female who wouldn't understand that really wasn't worth his time. Vasko looked uncomfortable as Kai was very close to his body, but he stood still as Kai assumed that he really needed this money. Vasko also knew that there weren't many nuts who would be this generous with an older play station. Kai wanted to laugh, Vasko wouldn't know the value of what he was holding without him.

"I don't know if the credit card will be needed as she's got four of her own," Vasko said quietly, "when her father passed away, he was a vice president of some conglomerate in Cambodia. The man liked that his daughter could keep her mouth shut and be more clean than her older half-brother, so he wrote the main heir out of the will. Mrs. Asar got everything for herself, she beat everyone in that entire family without saying a word. Could you imagine doing the same?"

"If she is so skilled with negotiation and winning things, then aren't you worried that her intentions with you are not genuine. What value do you give to her already impressive portfolio? What have you offered her now?" Kai was finally handed the play station where he could touch the peeling paint as he let his thoughts populate the air as well. Truthfully, the answer was probably simple as everyone needed companionship. If this Mrs. Asar wanted and saw some good in Mario Vasko than Kai would sit to the side and watch without interfering. It would be nice to watch the drama unfold than to be directly a part of it. He assumed if she was such an ace with diplomacy, she would be quite quite annoyed. Vasko liked to participate in the local sexual deviant community where he would hire madam dominatrixes to come to his house and tend to his very interesting needs. It was natural all right, but that didn't mean that Kai wanted to hear about it in a way that Vasko thought would make the mermaids interested to take a dip in him.

I'm interesting too and I want to be a part of your secrets that you hide away, these messages from Vasko always came in different forms but the reply was always steadfast and the same. Humanity's understanding of them was limited. The water world and the real world as Kai liked to think were like two separate hemispheres. It wasn't good when either mixed. Vasko understood so little about the speculations, the lick of fear of being followed by government agents, and the pleasure of the changes such that his truth was about as much as he knew about his own playstation he was trying to sell.

He knew nothing about it, just liked to bask in the glow of feeling special.