There’s more computing power in this facility than exists everywhere else in the country combined,” Lucy said.Her eyes ran over the racks of machi...e, caressing them with her glance. She had created this building as a present for William only to discover that it was actually a temple dedicated to her. It was the culmination of a lifetime of work pursued for the sole purpose of allowing her access to his world. Just the idea of how hard he had worked to make it happen still choked her up at. The sketches were laid out in front of me all over the studio. My laptop was playing a slide show of my paintings as I sat back and just looked at what I'd been doing. I hadn't realized what was happening to my work until the past two months when I'd done two paintings that stood out from the rest. My work, all technically good, had become ... I couldn't think of any word but "commercial" to describe what I was doing.I'm not ashamed of that. Some of the great artists over the centuries had. You are hovering above me on your arms, so that both of my hands are free to start to slowly unbutton your shirt - my eyes stay fixed on yours. You are still as I reach up with my hands to pull your shirt open and caress your chest and admire you more fully. You let one arm down so your body is right up against mine - your chest touching the side of my breast. You start to unbutton my blouse with one hand - the sensation it is causing against my skin is enough to drive me mad! I am yearning to. Everyone thinks there was a half hour gunfight with thousands of shots fired, but the real gunfight lasted all of twenty-four seconds. Only thirty shots were fired.”Rachael frowned. “Is this whole town fake? Is anything true?”“The Earps and Doc Holliday really were part of the gunfight. The Tombstone Rose Tree really is the biggest in the world.”My granddaughter seemed a little disillusioned. “Let’s go home.”“Don’t you want to see a reenactment of a gunfight in a saloon? Or an underground tour.