It brightens up the whole office to havepretty colours and prettier clothes," she said, parroting back to him thesame mantra he'd recited to her count...ess times in the past.Jason just grunted, wondering what she was wittering on about. She askedif he was wearing eyeliner and lip gloss. Of course he wasn't. What astupid thing to say. He went into his office and shut the door. He hada date with a new girl, and wanted to work out how best to charm thepants off her.The day passed quickly. . ”That’s when the rest of it clicked in Misty’s mind. All those children, who rushed to him for hugs, or wanted to ride him like a horse, or be read to. All those little boys, with their black hair, and that cute little lock of hair that fell onto their foreheads. With a jolt she realized that Theodore ... Mirriam’s son ... had that same appearance. Misty was from the hills. She knew about how some women weren’t at all picky about which men they lay with, even if that man was a brother, or. Provide, yes, but it was up to him to use what was provided to create what he needed.A wife.That's what he needed. A wife. It was kind of required, if he was to found Wisdom's new people. No woman, no descendants. His eyes went over to his tent. A woman. Companion. Someone ... to be with him. Talk to him. Hold him. Someone ... to UNDERSTAND him."Lady," he whispered, "help me to find her."One hundred and twenty dollars.At least. More, probably. Taxes, fees. Close to a hundred and fifty dollars,. ” Donavon is starting to feel very uneasy. Did she call and complain? She seemed very content when she left, hell, the plans to meet again were her idea.“Mr. DeLuna, may we come in and check out the apartment to make sure she is no longer here?” Without hesitation, Donavon stepped aside and said, “Certainly, I have nothing to hide.”As they walked through the living room they noted that only Donavon’s clothes were scattered around. Looking in each room on their way down the hallway, past the.