He smiled, well, grinned and bared his fangs as he noted she didn't put on a bra. Damn, he wanted more of her. "No." He growled and stomped into the b...throom to the shower. She pulled on jeans, socks, sneakers, jacket. She walked into her closet and opened her safe. Inside was the only remaining photo album of her beloved parents. She grabbed a bag and shoved the album, tshirts and underwear in it. When he came out she was sitting on the bed. She didn't look at him while he dressed. "Ready?" He. And not that substandard version with Patrick Stewart but the Gregory Peck one, dragged away half drowned when they caught him”“Aye he was stabbing that fat woman for twenty minutes with his harpoon before she cottoned on”“So what is the news you have for us Helen … you become a Prostitute to save us from the poorhouse?” her father said sarcastically though not enough for him to not think that it might be a good idea.“Well Daddy … I got a job as an Artists Muse”“A muse???” her father said as. Icould maybe go as low as $800 if I kept the leather and the extra batteries."Eight hundred. It still wasn't possible for Jenny but it was so much closerthan a thousand. Did she dare hope?"Isn't there anything else we could do to get the price down. Maybe somethingelse I wouldn't need?"Marcus allowed himself to imagine just bluntly telling her that it would be hervirtue that she just wouldn't be needing anymore after he was about to Blackenit, but the "player" bit his tongue. There was a. She raises her finger to her lips, signaling to be quiet that he was asleep. Parker shuts the door to give them some privacy as Jarod walks into the bedroom. He walks around to the other side and sits down looking at the sleeping little boy, "He's so great Jarod, just like you." she whispers looking down at the little boy laying on her chest sleeping peacefully, wishing more than anything that he was her and Jarod's not some Center manipulation. "We need to talk about him Micheal." he whispers.