"She was just this mixed up teenager. It wasn't anything ... major. But it was major to her. You know how things like that are. He got her one of my d...scs for her birthday and one of the songs really spoke to her. It might have been coincidence but she pulled herself out her funk and went back to being the kid he'd always loved. I patted his hand and that was all."She demonstrated with the hand I had closest to her on the steering wheel. She put her hand on mine long enough to close her fingers. Both overlooked the living room.Rita and Thomas were in the living room, next to the scaffolding, examining pieces of limestone.Thomas, the designer, turned. "There you are, Scott. Come look at these samples."The designer had white-blond styled hair and a black soul patch under his lip.Lindsey's eyes rolled at the man's mannerisms and Scott kept his expression steady. The man said Scott's name as other people said 'darling, ' but there was no mocking his talent.Scott followed Lindsey. A large. I also said that my wife had been kidnapped and was being taken to the Manor if she were not already there. I announced that I was going in after her, and I could not be dissuaded. I could tell that the commanding officer of the troops was somewhat disgusted with my selfish plan, but he also knew that he could not talk me out of it. Therefore, he agreed to do as I ordered and let the matter drop.I continued to fly at maximum speed toward the Neatty Manor while I downloaded into my wrist. It made me sick, how much he cheapened the whole experience. Almost, I wished I’d never bought the damned thing, but it was too late now. Apparently it passed muster, because he sent it to the ‘keep’ pile. More outfits followed, each tested against his own crude standards. Most, he kept. I don’t know if that was an indictment of my tastes, or just practicality on his part. A clear pattern emerged early, especially with my underwear. Colorful, sexy, or see-through were definitely keepers..