In his sumptuous suite at the Fairmont Towers, Ernesto Garcia was having a quiet but intent conversation with the burly printer, Jack Dawson. They wer... examining a lithograph together."Genius. Absolute genius, Jack. This is your best device to date," Garcia enthused. He had carefully peeled back the outer bond paper on which the Miro painting had been lithographed. Under that was a sparkling film of evenly distributed white crystals, which looked much like a thin layer of sugar. The granules. Now use the voting buttons I've put up andselect our winner."Barbara had excluded herself as an option and it was between Ian andLarry with the majority going for Larry."Well done Larry and all of you for being good sports especially the boysfor being so brave. Now for the prize. A bottle of wine to Larry andyou'll all find some chocolates through your door this week. Good efforteveryone." Hi Barbara!" Beth interjected. "That was great fun how about we ramp itup a bit and have a turnabout. Stop. It hurts." What can I get you?" Something to drink." Have you had anything? Can you keep it down?" I'm nauseous but I haven't barfed yet." I'll get you some ginger ale. If we don't have any I'll run to the store to get it."My skin hurts from the pressure of the sheet. The skin on my face hurts from the pressure of the ambient air passing over it. All my muscles ache.She returns with a glass of ginger ale. I can't take more than a couple sips. My stomach is starting to hurt again. Then the. I used her as the beast used all the souls that entered within its grasp. She served her purpose, for my pleasure alone, even while she thought differently. Even as I heard her retreat, I chuckled at her earlier advances. Her greed and desire for her own selfishness had driven her to me. I'm sure she advanced because of her submission before me but it mattered little in the greater scheme that was my life.I had a different woman like this nearly each night, if I wished it. Each thinking to.