Illusions

Remoulade Lewis committed to a companionship with occasional benefits. In love was not a requirement for her. After a seductive weekend as a swan in a French Quarter birdbath, she quickly discovers the delicate balance between partially right and absolutely wrong. Drew Cointreau lived on the bayou in a well-crafted niche where his peacock plume was on full display. Disruption was minimal. Until now.Several nights of "brew tea" where names take a backseat to seduction, set in motion an unfathomable chain of events! Suddenly both birds caught in this storm realize the power of deceptive winds. They underestimate the patience of predators. What is a good gumbo without an ala carte option of carnage?