They’re like masks that represent dreams or nightmares. Like physical manifestations of what’s behind the mask so to speak.”“Interesting. Do y...u do any full scale things? I mean large objects?”“Not so far. I’m thinking about an artist dummy. Or dresser’s manikin. And embellishing. It’s kind of what I do. A found base that I embellish. Why?”“My friend Constance is a choreographer. She used to have a company. Local, but internationally known. But she had nervous breakdown. She hasn’t done. She was the kind of woman who made Mark both nervous and excited whenever he was in her presence. At 38, a full thirteen years older than Mark, she was a successful partner at a small law firm, but she would have been a catch even without being so professionally accomplished. With her 5’6?, 120lb frame, long auburn hair, trim figure and voracious sexual appetite she was almost more than Mark could handle! Despite being smaller than Mark she was slightly stronger thanks to her long hours at the. Then aiming at the piled furniture he blew it open and stopped. Looking back the way they came, he could hear the booming of a gun."Come on, Lieutenant!"Passing the people through the hole, he said to the frightened people. "Go, run until you find the Marines, they will protect you."Turning around, he took up a position at the remains of the barricade, and watched for the shellheads.The civilians continued to run. The older ones carried the youngest, and ran right into the Marines taking up. ” Jan smiled as Keith sat beside her, delicately sipping her drink. “I suppose you must regularly entertain ladies in your hotel room.” Keith laughed. “I’d love to say that I’m fighting them off, but this is the first ever time.” “Well, I feel privileged.” “Actually, I’m the one who’s privileged.” Looking into Keith’s eyes, Jan felt a compulsion deep within her. She hesitated, feeling uncertain of herself. ‘Kiss him and lay down on the bed,’ said a voice within her head. ‘You.