The first Friday of the month, all the art galleries would be open very late. All of them would be serving wine, cheese and hors d'oeuvres. Kansas Cit... was full of pigs. They knew nothing of art, but would flood the streets at the thought of free food. They must have all met somewhere or red a dress code website that said to wear nothing but short-short shorts and low cut blouses. Dye your hair blonde. It was either that or you could use a mulligan to wear a Kansas City Chiefs shirt. You could. My knife whisked. I paused after each sawing stroke, listening to the snoring. It stayed the same. Inch-by-inch, my blade sliced downward, making my entrance into the tent.Finished, the cloth swayed, loose.I crept through the hole and crouched just inside. Movement froze me. In the corner, a form uncurled, painted in the light from a small lantern hanging from the tent's frame at its apex. A pale-skinned female body sat up, bushy hair spilling about narrow shoulders. A pair of triangular ears,. He bent forward and lifted her, ‘Laurie you’re sick!’ She tried to reach out, to touch him with her arms, she just lacked the strength, ‘Peter I’m…’ No additional words were forthcoming. Even wrapped in his arms she doubled over, convulsed with a second battery of dry deep barking whoops, heaving honks that betrayed a deeply entrenched inflammation. The sun was up. He could see her face clearly. It was scarlet, and not from the sun or the wind. He briefly touched her face again. It was dry and. That is one of my fewexcesses, a professional design device, and this has all the outfits onsale at the big chain stores programmed into it. It's everything we'llneed to go on a buying trip without leaving the house."Jet looked both impressed and irritated. "Neat, I guess." Her lack ofenthusiasm for her new wardrobe was obvious.Diane looked at her, "Look, Jet, you'll be the one picking the wardrobeout. You won't get anything you won't like."Jet sighed. "It's not that I don't appreciate this.