. a year... we could have been married and the entire... that wild young cowboy... challenge... guns... dead on the floor... he had to run from El Pas...... NeverThis was what he had looked for since finding the gown and necklace. Some mention of them to put a year or name to the writing. He went on to the next pages now with renewed energy.He chose The Earl... in his later years... yet kind to me up to his death... my heart belonged to another... the necklace... dress... wedding gift to me.... Yikes!Margo quickly took control of the situation and informed everyone in thesalon that the appointment was in fact for me, and that I will start witha 'facial.'The young receptionist teasingly asked if the facial was a male one for'Allen,' or a feminine one for 'Ally.'Margo announced in a rather loud voice again, that the facial would be afeminine one.Several of the other women clients looked at me as I sat down in thechair. One looked at me in disgust, one smiled, and the other, had a lookof. She certainly had worked hard enough to earn it. Many of her Prime Grade friendswho had not managed to add the "P" to their status designation by the age ofseventeen had not made it to age eighteen. She had waited on many a table andsigned up many a client at banquets where former classmates were roasting ontheir spits. But this invitation was a scary turn of events.Everyone knew that Werner Richter chose the prettiest of his weekly dinnerdates to be sacrificed at the grand end-of-the-month. "Maybe they just forgot to lock up." I thought to myself as I entered the living room. I walked back to the master bedroom and put my Louis Vuitton duffle bag and make-up case on the bed. I kicked off my sandles and walked towards the bathroom. I stopped quickly when I heard a noise coming from the other room.I ran into the kitchen and there he stood.."What the hell are you doing here?" He said as he turned around to face me."I rented the cabin for the next two weeks!" I snapped back.He walked.