"Yes," said Albert, "but this has nothing to do with the existence of the Count of Monte Cristo." Pardieu, every one exists." Doubtless, but not in th... same way; every one has not black slaves, a princely retinue, an arsenal of weapons that would do credit to an Arabian fortress, horses that cost six thousand francs apiece, and Greek mistresses." Have you seen the Greek mistress?" I have both seen and heard her. I saw her at the theatre, and heard her one morning when I breakfasted with the. After a bit she leaned over slightly so no one else could hear and sarcastically asked, “Are these conventions always this exciting?”Laughing out loud, I answered, “Not always. This is an exceptionally rowdy night.”You gotta answer good sarcasm with like wit, right?It was her turn to laugh out loud.Deborah had an easy demeanor about her. An easy smile and an easy, adorable laugh. I’d guess she was a bit older than I, but not appreciably. She was maybe 5’2”, on the busty side, a tight little. I brought my Catapiller work boots for the night. Figure Id go fore the 'rugged' working man look, rather than jock, or skate boarder. I grab another beer, then put the rest into the mini-fridge. Grabbing the 'glue', I quickly spike up the mohawk—damm, it's about 4” tall now. Heading out, I begin walking across the parking lot to the front of the complex.The 'spot' was almost a small town in itself. In addition to the motel, there was a small 24 hr grocery store— down the road there was a. She pushed my head away got her shirt and took off again after telling me to call her. I liked how quirky and sexual she was but man I was getting frustrated.She called me the following Wednesday. She said she was taking a bath and I said hmmmm. She asked me what I was doing and I said nothing. She said I should come over. I told her I was tired and she said "Get over here now!".I said see you in 20 minutes. I got to her lobby and the doorman buzzed me up. She opened the door and her hair was.