It takes a lot of balls to wear that thing around here. Where did you get it?"I reluctantly replied, "A friend bought it for me and asked me to wear i...."The kid smiled and said, "Do you just put out for your friend, or can anyone play?" Oh god!" I thought. "It's never easy."I finally said, "I can get away for fifteen minutes if you have somewhere close by to go."He looked at his friend with a huge grin and said, "We're sharing that apartment right over there on the corner. Is that close. She may be made from cement but more likely plaster. Her eyes are shut. Her beauty is stunning. Her small shapely body is a vision of perfection in white. There is a white top hat on the ground in front of the statue. The busy Chiangmai Sunday market throngs around her, getting into full swing as the sun sets. A group of young boys gathers close to the statue, almost leering. A boy pokes a finger into its arm. The beautiful white face suddenly sprouted two eyes with jet black pupils. That's what she had used her timein the suspension room for. Artistic inspiration. Once we were freed,we barely saw her because she went into a creative frenzy up in the artclassroom. Mr. Tanner was super into the whole thing, too, so he washelping her as much as she'd let him."You guys doing anything?" Dallas asked, but she knew, because she'dalready talked to Sarah.So she invited herself.With Dallas there, our spy game was over, and we reverted to ordinarygirls again. So we just took off,. . sort of," said Kris."Sort of?" It's ridiculous and stupid and completely impossible," said Kris. "But it's what I'm writing." So write something else," suggested Mitch."I wish I could remember what I usually write about," sighed Kris."What if you usually write romance novels with completely impossible plots?" That can't be," said Kris. "If I had been doing this for a living, I would have put myself out of my misery long ago." It can't be that bad," said Mitch.So Kris told him about the plot.