What if you were to sell the line under a house brand? It would give you a chance to get some of those designers that you have been coddling some real...experience in a cut throat market and sell the silks under the Channel line?’ ‘Alexander, why are you not working for me?’ Monique asked. ‘Monique, I do work for you. Just not in the way you want me too,’ Alex said, walking up to the samples. ‘What do you think Amanda? What would look good with that pattern?’ Alex asked her, trying to draw her. With that Marylin disappeared into the bathroom in our bedroom and I thought that was the end of that particular conversation. Marylin’s friend and I switched the conversation to far more mundane and arcane matters and we began to wonder what had happened to Marylin.In due course Marylin reappeared from the bathroom and it became obvious why she had been gone so long. Wearing a very confident smile, high heels and nothing else other than a g-string Marylin slowly walked back into the room,. The stench of desperation was on poor Pastor Frank’s long, lanky frame and Misty honed in on it like a spider to a fly clinging for dear life to a cobweb of raw desire. I watched her dump the two jocks and scoop him up like an ice cream cone melting in the heat of the moment. I could imagine them doing the two-step in that little mountain shack like a pair of rabbits short on conversation and long on heavy humping under the harvest moon.I next saw Misty sitting next to the preacher man all. As he hung there, soldiers who were guarding him stuck a spear in his side and collected his blood in a cup, which they passed around, each taking a drink, rejuvenating themselves. Then they got very, very rich selling cups of his blood to whoever could afford it.Eventually, the soldiers bled her brother to death. It took them several days. Even then, he was able to rejuvenate in just a few days, miraculously seeming to come back from the dead. Disappointed in the betrayal by his loose-knit.