”, I said. I had such a raging hard-on that all I could stare at was her magnificent body. The cool thing about her house, was that it was in the mi...dle of nowhere. Her closest neighbor lived 2 miles down the road. While I was sitting there drinking a soda, I noticed her get up without her top on. She let her heavenly ladies just soak in the sun bare. I wanted to say something to her about it, but I figured not to because I was enjoying the view anyway. “So where is your daughter at?”, I asked.. The room was unremarkable. It looked like any other finishedbasement out of the 1950's, with tongue-and-groove panelling,kentile floor, and tiled ceiling. The only thing out of place wasa table right smack in the center of the room that looked exactlylike one from a doctor's office, except that this one had wide,tan, leather straps hanging from each corner. "What the..." I started to say, but she slapped me abruptly onone cheek, and then the other. My eyes started to water. "No talking. Cam walked the lanes of vendors seeing everything fromhome made soap to glass blowing. As Cam paused to watch a man carve abear out of a log with a chain saw, saw the rude Charlotte woman with theRV from the day before. She was set up with canopy in front of her RVdisplaying all sorts of faux mystical items. Cam wander closer and sawNative American dream catchers made from plastic glitter dolphins,incense burners, glass crystals, and a deluge of plated mystical jewelry.As Cam was looking at the. Hesuggested two other publishers who would both be interested. She wasfamiliar with the names and tossed the letter back onto the desk. Shewould need to contact them and set up a meeting.She looked at her watch again. David was late. She made herself somecoffee and began to read the paper though her brain was still processingthe letter she had just received.She picked up the phone and made some brief calls. She turned on herdesktop computer and began to address the list of emails she had to.