We need money. Then I can buy more clothes. I nodded. Yes, once youve earned me more money, then Ill buy you three all more clothes so you look even s...xier. But you need to earn that money. Get the guys horny and have them take the fliers. We need ten women, each paying a thousand dollars. We only have enough money to buy the chemicals to make ten more treatments. We need to make them all count. In my pocket, I had our last bimbo treatment in case I needed to make a demonstration to the. " "Hi, Charlie. I'm Rose. I felt like sitting today. I wore myself out gardening on the weekend. You don't mind me sitting here, do you?" "Not at all, Rose. I admired the view when you stood by the railing, but the company is nicer when you're sitting here." Until that point, neither of us had turned to look at the other, but both of us had used the sideways glance to verify that. She turned her face to me then. "Thank you. I won't tell my husband that you said that. He's the jealous type." I. She has yet to learn her proper place." The man simply smiled and walked off. He grabbed her arm and said in a nasty tone, "You are never to disagree with anything I say, ever. You are never to cross me, and if you do , I swear you will regret it." He then slapped her across the face and stormed off. Quite a few people saw the altercation, but not one of them went to comfort the newly wed. The one person she did not want to see the exchange did see it, and came running to her. "Kristin, you. When Danielle seemed tense and didn’t immediately offer greeting in return he spoke again, ‘I thought people around here were professionals, Kirk. Guess I thought wrong, eh?’ Kirk just laughed. Danielle sniffed a bit and stood up to reach for Cole’s hand and shook it firmly once before pulling back. She stiffened again and leaned against her desk with her arms crossed over her chest. Coleman chuckled and glanced at the name plate on her desk. ‘Danielle is it? Danielle Maston, VP of Sports.