." Well, of course you have, honey!" Frank chimed in. "Truth be told: you'vebeen seeing facsimiles of what you've got there all day. You know, like ev...rytime we've been in place that sells mountain souvenirs!"However, I do believe that what you've got there is the genuine article!" You mean to tell me that you think this is a real fairystone?" Sure as hell looks like one to me?" Oh! That's right! If I remember correctly, didn't you tell me that back inyour Boy Scout days, you collect a whole. Where is she?’ Mary yawned, ‘Who? You mean Sorrel? She’s still asleep.’ Ms. Henderson stood at the door tapping her foot, ‘Well get her up.’ Mary yawned again, the second time more for affect than the need to get more oxygen, ‘No. She gets to sleep in as late she wants today. Come on back to the kitchen and I’ll fix us both a cup of coffee.’ Ms. Henderson wouldn’t be put off, ‘I need to see the white trash Sorrel.’ Mary ignored the comment, ‘Do you like cream in your coffee?’ Ms. Henderson. ”She might have known. They’d shot some video of just about everything, now she thought about it. She just had to hope they didn’t make her into a porn star.“Okay so Nikki,” Mr Clements told her, “this is the plot: you’re swimming up and down, on your own, when we come in. We look at you and gradually you realise you’re not safe. So you start swimming for the end. After that just play it by ear, okay? Struggle a bit. Your hot little body will take care of the rest.” He finished with a grin.So. In fact, the only real photographic equipment Fred had was the single camera hanging around his neck. The duo had been trying to get an interview like this with Archbaroness for years. Now that they were here they were eager to conduct the real photo shoot that had interested them from the beginning, the kind Archbaroness would normally never agree to. There equipment, however, would put her into a much more agreeable mood. Johnny Ramirez gave Fred a nod signaling it was time to turn the.