They ranged from thewildly colorful to blandly white or black. Toward the back were what looked like a number of costumes.Clothing racks lined the wal...s of the rear of the shop and stoodtwo racks deep away from the wall toward the interior of the shop.On them hung dresses, pants, shorts, suits, and what looked to Timto be the empty husks of people's bodies. Tim strode to the rackwith the empty people suits. They hung from clips at theshoulders. They seemed to stare at Tim with empty socket. "Maria, I think I'll go barefoot a while. Would you please take these back to my room," she said, indicating the high leg strap heels she wore. Lynn had intended to take them off herself and hand them to the servant, hoping for another meaningful exchange of glances. but, before Lynn could react, Maria was on her knees, under the level of the table where Denise could not see, untying the straps and slowly slipping off the shoes, her hands momentarily fondling Lynn's bare feet and toes."Darling,. She quickly bounded over to where it sat charging. She looked at the screen and smiled as she answered, "Hey Bridgett! How are you this great morning!" I just wanted to be the first to tell you HAPPY EFFING BIRTHDAY! As of today we are ALL EIGHTEEN!" her friend exclaimed over the phone, loud enough to force Courtney to pull the phone away from her ear."Geez Bridge! Little lower! I like being able to hear, girl!" Sorry, I'm just so excited! This is going to be the best year evah!" Bridge said.. I kept yelling at the screen, WTF! Why not just sit down, and COMMMUNICATE! Shit. Tell her what you suspect, tell her that you will not stand for it, and if she is so fucking unhappy, to talk to you as her husband so that the two of you, remember it is a partnership, hello, can work it out, with a shrink if needed.But they never do, do they? It wouldn't be a story, since nothing would happen! Where's the drama in that? I understand that, and I do tend to avoid the romance genre, because it is.