"I'm sorry. I didn't mean whatever you thought I meant." What do you mean?" I don't know. I wish I hadn't even opened my mouth because clearly therewa...n't a fully formed thought behind whatever it was I was saying."It was one of those rare moments when she and Walt weren't in perfectaccord, practically able to finish each other's sentences. Marcia couldhave kicked herself for ruining the moment and didn't want to have theconversation that was going to ultimately follow. Why did this have. How about two hundred thousand now, and 50% of the profits for two years. Bart will guarantee your share to be more than two hundred thousand total. If he doesn't fulfill his commitment then you just sue for breach of contract." I could have the accounts audited at any time?" I asked."At your own expense but yes," Bart agreed. "I get the studio as well as the factory." I will clear my things out when you make the first payment of two hundred thousand dollars," I said."More coffee all around to. "It's sosilly that all these top drawer people are trying to dress like they're gay.The only time gay people are this stiff is when they watch Stone Phillipsread the news." "Is everything about irony with you?" Kitty whispered venomously.Bartlett wondered what nerve he had touched, as Kitty was clearly agitated."Sometimes you really are too much," she said. "I feel like I am with thebastard son of Jerry Seinfeld and John Cheever. It's always 'didn't younotice doormen this' or 'did you ever. Stix was quite sure that she was addicted to having sex with Stone, in human form. Having a partner who had been genetically designed and then trained to provide satisfaction to his Queen didn’t hurt either. He had this way of looking at her that made her feel loved and cherished and his very touch fuelled her addiction to him.For Stone making love to Stix and educating her in the arts of carnal desire was a labour of love. The way she responded to him fed his own addiction to her. He knew deep.