He knew the mission depended upon his intel, since the secretary would not authorize direct action without further information. This infuriated Mark ...o no end, but he was still Mark's superior. His labors completed, Mark teleported back to his hotel room. Almost as soon as he arrived, a soft knock came at the door."Right on time," he grinned.After checking the peephole, Mark opened the door to find a petite brunette of about nineteen waiting for him. Despite her age from her profile, she. She picked up a fork of the omelette and brought it towards his mouth. "Believe it!" She nodded down at Suzanne's bobbing head, and proudly proclaimed, "It's already happening."Alan ate that bite of omelette, which was delicious, like all of Susan's cooking, and still hot as well. "I don't mean to look a gift horse in the mouth, but you spoil me. This is just ... beyond the beyond! I have to be the luckiest guy on Earth!"He didn't understand why he couldn't eat his food on his own. But that did. The next two pages tell about how his father had encouraged him to pursue a cousin to be his wife. She at first refused. “That's where I should a left it. Now I bring shame.” He continued to pursue her and she had no alternative to choose from, so she gave in to him. She was in his words “a Goodwife.”The ninth page tells of his father being killed, “knifed by fat woman who stoled his poke.” The woman was “hanged an hanged hi.” A friend of his father's invited him and his wife to come to. Ethan picked up the discarded black robe and handed it to Sondra as Chastity looked at herself in the mirror, "I don't see it."Sondra wrapped the robe around her shoulders, "Can I show her--with makeup?" Be my guest," said Ethan. He didn't know if Sondra could do what he had in mind, but he could make suggestions if he disagreed with her aesthetic sensibilities.As it turned out, he needn't have worried. Sondra's instincts were dead on. After hearing "I still don't see it" for the third time,.