You know, you should be shooting things with this..." she picked up her camera... "and not that... " gesturing toward my bow."Well, the pelts bring in...a lot of money." Hell, my photos bring in a lot of money. I'll bet I can sell that one fawn picture for ... well, more money than you've made for all the pelts you've ever sold." If I had your talent, maybe. But I also hunt coyotes. If I didn't do that, little Bambi over there might be dead now." Well, maybe. I can't argue that point. Anyway, I'm. I look back at her and smile. I don’t want to go. I want to stay home with her. But she’s right. I have to go. The CEO will be there. The Board as well, if the rumors are true. We may get to talk, Malaysia. Time for a shower. I turn the water up high, hot enough to turn my skin pink and make it tingle. I want to feel the burn. Jackie shouldn’t have to put up with this, it isn’t worth struggling like hell for a company ready to exercise the “Malaysia Option”. But I’m the local-boy turned. " With that she busied herself with cups, etc. and got Karen to take a few sips.Karen took a deep breath and began. She had to stop occasionally as her tears flowed, but little by little she told Kate the entire story, omitting nothing. Karen realized that she had to be honest and hold nothing back. It was almost cathartic. So between her tears and sobs she got the story of her infidelity out.Karen sat quietly and awaiting Kate's response. She fully expected Kate to excoriate her. She cringed. The Princess froze in her tracks as the King slowly pulled himself fromthe puddle. Dripping mud, he looked down at his daughter and asked in acarefully controlled voice, "Where, have, you, been?" The King looked athis daughter again and gasped. "And where are your clothes?"The Turtle, who happened to be the most trusted Advisor to the Duke andDuchess, walked up to the King and Queen and said, "Your daughter gaveme her hat. If it weren't for her kindness, I would have been quite illby now."The.