David nudged his friend with his elbow. "I wouldn't worry about it, man. That girl looks nothing like you." Harvey looked at his friend suspiciously. ...avid was watching the show. "She was cute."Harvey was sure that was an unintended insult in some weird way, but he let it go. "They used computers or something." Harvey muttered."No shit?" David said. "Wow. They can sure do miracles with computers." They didn't do that much. Just a good make-up job." Jean interjected. "Good lighting."Harvey. Always has been, always will.”I didn’t disagree.“So I’m watching the TV and this cat talks about upmarket. That’s what I’m gonna do. Upmarket the fuck outa my ... inventory.” Harold leaned back, pleased that he’d plucked that word out of the ether.This was interesting in a car wreck sort of way. “Are you looking for a house to ... to work out of?”“Nah. I’d like that, but too much heat. Fucking neighbors. The Association be callin’ the cops every 15 minutes.”“Then what?”“Apartment building.. “Hello Peter, you’re lucky to catch me. I’ve had a terrible day, sit down.Peter sat in the chair the protective cloth around him and her standing beside. He slid his hand up her skirt and fondling her fanny casually said, “Really Caroline, maybe this will cheer you up”. “Opps, why Peter, how did you guess that is exactly what could cheer me up”She placed her legs apart giving him free access. His hands roamed up and into her now damp cunt fingering he clit and then when under her girdle. No farther than that or his bald accompaniment, while lost somewhere along Gannis Falls’ winding lanes, would rip her world even further apart, possibly secreting her off to a resort for political dissidents and foreign enemies and people who had an inkling of the truth of the plague that warped the world. Or worse. Would they go that far? They, being the same bureau of ranking seniors who bankrolled his work, turned on the research machine. Would they kill to keep this secret? These thoughts.