"Why don't you undress then?" she says. Yes, of course. That's the thing I'm here for. Why don't I? I'm nervous, I fumble. "Everything at once," I ask... "or one thing at a time?" I'm remembering the way Toni preferred to do it."Oh, why not everything at once," Frieda says."Yes, ma'am," I say, and feel good about the phrase.I start to strip. It's a strange sensation, a strange scene. Toni's standing there, her Mom is sitting in her draftsman's chair, relaxed as can be, watching me disrobe without. A new Suburban for KCC was still several weeks away. In fact the insurance company was dragging its feet coming to an agreement on the value, along with a suit against the Jeff Justice Insurance company.I was using one of the unmarked Jones security cars that KCC was now leasing until the Suburban came in. I noticed a tractor trailer and a utility truck were at the gym on the side of the building with the loading dock, just as I was leaving the driveway - so I went to check it out.Our forklift. He hadn’t ever intended in using it, but he’d thought it would have been a good incentive. Her eyes widened and her screams subsided at the knife and she stopped kicking.“Good, bitch. Now: widen your legs.”She shook her head furiously, but when he raised the knife threateningly, she let out a sob and reluctantly parted her legs, just bit, but enough for him to get in between and push them a little more apart. Then, with his strength, he grabbed at a button on her shirt and opened it, ignoring. I may be an anachronism. Maybe I want to recreate the past. I don't know, but I'd like to run with your microcosm/cosmos art. It fits our time, and it is art."He handed me a business card. "Check me out and give me a call. I believe I'd like to show your work and the work of your colleague, Ms. Porter." I'll check you out, Mr. Pound, but if what you told me is accurate, I'd be pleased to show my work in your gallery. Would a winter show next year work for you?"He nodded. "I saw you speaking.