Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Tiffany XXVII

                                           BEAST OF BEAUTY
                       ...AS IT WAS A COMPANY OF TWO ARMIES...
                               PARIS FRANCE COFFEEHOUSES
                                             CHAPTER XVII
                                                 SCENE I

     "Who is she? Whose whom?' Thinking he’s to get one final look at important notes, as they had one dozy of a case, as usual someone's freedom depended on it, "the girl that is such the part of you, is my new friend Philip Mance trying to tell me how very obvious I am? It is obvious to me, and" as to take his Nicholas' broad shoulder that he’s to direct along a crowed restaurant, really digging on him. "I'm certain to all the beautiful broken hearted ladies that you are not the pursuer they desire of you, it’s true Phil,” digging into his satchel a little deeper as no stone was to go un-turn, the fact he had that kind of attention didn't matter. “I've not come to France to find a girl, nor in other cases a wife, I've come Phil for the pleasure of the lawful quadrangle. Then my newest friend also I ask does she not have a name? Yes, her name is Tiffany Ann and one day soon we will wed, then no you’re not the pursuer they desire. Now for my next inquiry," as one opening as to lay specifically before him the page of a magazine, that it was apparent his friend was completely clueless. "This is the courtesan, what is this?" With a bright, confident countenance paling into a horrid white overlay of a sickening unbelief. "Is this a joke? Where the hell did you get this?" That at the sight of very elicit photos of his naked-self revealed to the world of accusing Philiph Mance right there on the spot. wooo, calm down, it is I who ask of you Nicholas Coogan, Dissuasion Magazine, this is a joke," heart cripplingly, thinking there was some logical explanation, that he never posed for such trash, that someone was to sabotage everything. "I know this has to be a trick, if so Nicholas it’s one that is

spread all over town, you got to be kidding me, this is not me," cutting his stunning eyes outward and soon all around into relentless onlookers, now knowing what they were all thinking, even imaging. "I think I'm gonna be sick, hear me Phil, I didn’t do this,” packing his things into a lengthy imagination, an even more debilitating awareness, what was this happening and why oh way to him? I would never do this, so where are you going, I feel sick, then Phil where else? To catch a thief.  What time is Vincent shooting? He's in at noon," that she’s to continue her desperate study of some female mug shots, having one of their busiest of all days ahead of them. "No Erica, Jason Mark is down for noon, no" displaying her schedule specifically so, nearly knowing it by heart, no mistake, no regrets "he's in at ten walking with Bren, so we're looking at a crowd today or what? I would Erica definitely count on it, didn't you view the fan mail? If we open the showroom to the public like Sissy said it will draw a real crowd, what about Niemeyer?  I don't see here on here, O god" dramatically snatching her notes into plain view how could her list be perfect without the maid of honor, this nearing Queen Model, herself recently said of her. "That's who I forgot. I knew there was somebody I was forgetting, see, her name isn't even on the list calm down, we'll work her in,  right she's only Tip the star of the freaking show. Are you ok? You seem, I don’t know, disjointed, yeah Tip that’s a nice way of putting it," as one contemplating telling Tiffany about Matthew's marriage proposal, that she Erica Lynn play girl could be married soon with children and pets on the way. "I guess I’m just nervous, the showroom and all, this is all so new for us, has Ashleigh made it yet? I  haven't seen her, how about this one Tip, Tynan?" Bringing Tiffany into a look at a certain mug shot of a stunning oriental model, just this incredible yet simple look, just perfect actually "wow! She's stunning, get her in Erica for a view, see if she can shot today, today? We need as many on the walk way Erica as we can get."


                                                             SCENE II

     {{{“I don't understand! That isn't what you, her name is Ca, no Artelon, Camilla Artelon," worried as ever was Christian Cros at comprehending Carmilla’s seeming disappearance, taking a flight, something about a big commission surrounding a particular real-estate, had she not kept her promise in keeping him informed. ”Yes it’s suppose to arrive there no, yes but even if her flight was, was ah, ah now it's not, missing? Can I speak to someone in charge? I'm sorry but I'm very con, yes, I said yes, she’s only my wife, no, she's traveling alone, business. No she, Camilla Artelon is what you would call a global real estate agent, her client?" As one doing a search in his shirt pocket, knowing he had, knowing he kept it close, that it was important. "Here it is, a mister, of course I've tried reaching, yes, a Mr. Vermon P. Bass, yes that's 1209 Criton Lane, No, Ohio, yes, well I thank

you, that's all I ask, thanks.”}}}     >>>“I’m Ly Lyn Chow, well as you can see Ly Lynn Chow, no I’ve been assigned as your court Liason, so if I can help with anything, you can Miss Chow make sure you’re announced before entering this office, no, I mean I did knock and I thought, you’re right of course. I’ll just let myself out, I’m sorry,” catching her my her hand at making amends, at directing her in, into a seat for now, truly he was blaming everybody. “Lynn did you say? Ah, Ly Lynn actually, you will have to excuse me Ly Lynn, something of enormous importance has come up and I’m spent there entirely. Well how about a night cap later, if we Mr. Coogan are going to be working so closely together, yeah sure, why not? And It's Nicholas, just tell me when, where? The King Royal, about six or seven, which, six or seven? Seven, then Ly Lynn I’ll see you there., yeah,  ah sure. ...my god, I can’t believe you just freaking did that, hell neither can I. Well what did he say, god!” flopping into a seat at palpitating the entire event, this Erica Lynn deluded, making her entire universe she could just past on to heaven from here. “He smell you guys as good as he look if that’s possible, yeah, uh-huh, did he agree? Yes, strangely, I mean he was his cold, distant self at first, then suddenly this beyond description doll, taking and holding my hand and everything. Earth to Ly Lnn Chow, ah the King Royal, at seven, the King Royal, l, you’re going to a black Tie joint just for drinks? I should’ve said the local bar huh, Nacies or something? Or something, anyway I have work to do as do you guys,
thinking she’s to think of something at getting back to her desk, a note perhaps, the king royal just wasn't right, "no," as a bright light coming on, "Philip Mance of course, make him Nicholas Edin’s escort, meeting them at Nacies instead, said done, genius."     >>>"{{{Hello" hurrying to a phone ringing about thirty minutes pass, hoping, actually praying it was the, but who else right? "Milla!” "my god where are you? I've been worried sick, well what did you, yes ,but you've been gone for days without, Milla I've been calling all, that isn't, I know but that, listen to me, No mill you, please
don't do that to me again, what do you think? I was terrified, I thought something bad had happen, they, they even told me Mill your plane was missing, no just tell me when can I expect you home, that long still? Milla you know you don't have to do this, we don't need the money, I know, I know,” flopping disappointingly into a seat, just bursting through with relief, after suffering so mightily it was easy to  think the worse. "You're not doing it for that, it's that beautiful huh? How many future prospect? It's that hot? Well maybe I should, okay, okay, look I'm glad you convinced me to put the phone in, I probably would’ve went, just give me the number where, no,” bringing that business card to plain view, thinking it'd serve some purpose he thought, but not enough, not nearly enough. “I
have it right here, yeah I'll talk to you then, don't worry me, I love you too.}}}     >>>Tony, what is it? Noticing he’s to walk suspiciously toward a steele gray 1976 convertible firebird, absolutely priceless, meaning that literally. "I know this car, I have car keys" charmingly doing a search through his pant pockets, did he maintain this approach, shake a black key pad her directive, making himself all the more, even Ashleigh a little happy. "But no car, this is it, this have to be it, Tony I wouldn't,
what if it, boop! Ah my god! See I told you, wow! I guess it is your car, we've been wondering about this amazing car Tony for weeks. You can't Ash imagine the times I've closed my eyes trying to remember were I left my car, I wasn't expecting anything like this, but these keys told me I had a car somewhere. It's funny though, I always thought I left it, you know, where I tried to hurt myself and here it’s in your, well in Dissuasion, parking, ah my god!” displaying a literal jaw dropping awe that he’s to see the inscription ‘Dissuasion Fashion Center’ in plain, stomach sickening, even tear jerking view. "Please god tell me this doesn't mean what I think it mean? Ash?” Noticing she’s to pass away regretfully restrain, don't turn, look at me, help me with this, I can't believe this, I did that to you? Ash please say something, I did didn't I, I tried killing myself on your job? What a damn loser., Jesus is Christ Ash, how can I ever repair the damage I've done? Where you're going? That’s how you knew, I always wondered how with us so estranged they found you and brought, you were out of your head Tony, your senses, I can't stay here, hell I can't face you, Tony please let’s talk about, and I can't face those people in there, you were alone Tony, frighten, you didn't know what you where doing. Where you ever going to tell me, you were going to take me in there without telling me, is this why you invited me here? No, I invited you here to spend more time with you, I’m out of here, Tony,” that he’s to rush off, out soon disappearing behind a huge, concrete wall “Tony please.”


                                                  SCENE III

    "What the world?" Stepping from the elevator literally run over was Dissuasion Fashion Center
 like a mad house.,“what the hell is happen? Something about photos that got into the magazine by mistake, what photos? That I don't know, we have a disaster, yeah that's what Marian just, you know those photos of Nicholas, of Tiffany, the photos we shouldn't know about, yeah, oh no!” displaying a form of mouth gaping awe, let's letting things drop, disaster wasn't even the word. "Are you shitting me? I shit you not, how? That's one of the things I'm trying to find out, the other Sissy is telling Tip, you mean she doesn't know? No I'm afraid not, well I just remember something I got, all no you don't," grabbing a ready to flee Asheligh Michelle, if this was anybody fault it's hers. "You're coming with me, why? What the hell I'm I gonna do? "You stand outside the door, she start choking me, what's the name of that Burger place again? Now you're talking. Tip? Yes," spinning around happily Erica’s directive, could she see Ashleigh lurking along the hall, not that odd. "Could I talk with you for a sec, sure, what is it? I need you to look at this, page seven, okay, hello Ash," witnessing her give a slight waved into Tiffanys' hand passing over her face, her mouth, into her countenance growing more and more terrified with the turn of each page. “What is this? Erica, tell me this is a, I'm sorry Tip, I’m really, really, you're telling me this isn't, damn it Erica this can’t be real! Right? O god, O god,” as one hysterically leaping up this breakdown at trying to mentally  troubleshoot this way out, "This is freaking, how in the hell, I don't know" what the hell you mean you don't know? I'm trying to, Erica this is a beyond disaster, my god Nicholas is going to freaking kill us! You were suppose to take the photos home with you, ah so it's my fault! Nall, that’s not, they'll private photos are private," as one spinning up, over this devastated into that so hurt by what would is a catastrophe. "O god, this can’t be happening, not now, not to him, not to Nicholas. It's not that, I mean when, you're right, what about a retraction, a retraction?" "Sissy is working on that now, and what you two, they just gonna unseen this? Isn't he like in Paris, will he even know? We have a private subscription there,” talking back to Ashleigh trying to mend tattered bridges still, but for every solution the greater this insult of insults. "Yeah this was their first article, it went out a week ago. I don't understand, how did this you two get pass us? Who signed for this, hell approved it? {{{“Miss Saurus," having brought this urgent matter right into Tiffany's office, she now having one other question, do she call Nicholas or let Nicholas call her? "There's a Mr. Nicholas Coogan on line two, he says it's urgent}}}, well here goes. You want us to, no! I want you guys to figure how the hell did this happen? {{{Nicholas, what the hell is going on at that place, are you freaking trying to destroy me? Nobody’ trying, how did this happen? It wasn't, do you know they're threatening my position, my legal standing, I could be disbarred for godsakes. How in the hell Tiffany, did you get these pictures? You set me up right, I would never do that, you know if something isn't done and soon I'm going to sue that, that, ass of yours and that damn company for every penny. If you let me Nicholas, I can, I'm naked for god sakes! How in hell do you explain me stretch out barely covered in a global magazine? Like I posed for some god damn play boy or something, are you people insane? You're not letting me explain, I don't want your damn explanations Tiffany, I want it gone, disappeared, like it never happen. Nicholas please, please, I had nothing to do with, did you know about them? Yes, I said yes I kinda knew about the photos, I, I uh, took them, but I had nothing, what did you call me? Why would you, Nicholas, you're upset and I understand that, of course we can do that, but you know I would never purposely hurt you this way, hell us. God no! We’ll working on a no print, misprint even as, I didn't mean for this, hello, hello, Nic}}} We're sorry, I think I know how freaking sorry everybody is!” Fussing back at them had it began to rain, to pour, just as a distraught Corronda Faye joining them, this impossible to realize was all of their fault.  "Go, everybody just get the hell out! This is bad Tip I know, most of the stores are sold out, and the ones who were not say they only have about one or two copies. Great!" That’s just freaking great, have Nickie called? "Yeah Sissy, I just talked to him, what did he say? You don't want to know, if someone told me Nicholas Edin could get that mad,  he's gonna sue us for everything we got, especially my black, he's furious, he said that there better be some type of retraction mighty fast. I don't understand Sissy, how did this get passed us? It all arrived on Coronda’s desk with her approved article a few days before the dead line, she said now in hind sight she know she should’ve questioned the photos but they and the article were pure perfection, even an amazing marriage. I read the article," seeing a broken as this Tiffany Ann is to ready more Kleenexes to excuse a blow of her nose, into a seat, the window seal. "Splendid article, do you keep your man awake at night? Is it bad? Well it's about sex, climaxing and organisms you know Corronda, she's a brilliant writer, very creative and the photos Tip were more than the icing on the cake, way more. It's getting great reviews, hell we sold five thousand more copies than we usually sell, they love it. You got her working on the retraction? Make sure they know he knew nothing about the photos, how am I gonna fix this Sissy? Time, give Nickie time to calm down, explain it to him, he said they're threatening his position, to disbar him, can they do that? Sye says no, I mean we look at it as a fabulous article and they see it as a scandal, without his consent Sissy that is exactly what it is. They were right here," pointing as to bring a letter draw to her view, that those photos were right there under lock and key, though her mistake is that they were there waiting for this nightmare to happen. "I know first explaining to Nicholas why they were even here, hell how is it they even ex-ist, still, how did they make it to Corranda’s desk, the publishing editor at the first? Well Tip we are talking about international, we’re not as strict with them," noticing Tiffany is to come again into her seat, that desktop had Susan not seen her this distraught since the days of Michael Day and that alone was concerning. “Sye seen them? Yeah he's seen it, so what did he say? He said that is as much of his brother he's ever seen, actually tickling him, it's not funny, I'm sorry, yeah Sissy, knowing Nicholas it's probably the most his mother has ever seen of him. Ah god, I know it's not funny, a few inches to the left here or there. Well I'm glad you're better, as in laughing Sissy to keep from crying, it'll work out, he's never gonna forgive me, I can feel it, yes he will, you'll see, Nicholas loves you and that name calling, he didn't mean that either, you’ll see.”

                       ...THE WORK OF THE HANDS OF A CUNNING WORKMAN...

                                                            SCENE IV

     -Truly for things to have been so heretic that morning, the fashion show with standing room only was simply brilliant,of course the majority was there with purpose to view live Mr. Nicholas Coogan stunting his now very famous stuff. "Wow!” Able even in this immense crowd to catch Erica’s expert eye "who is that? Aw that's Anthony, Anthony? Anthony?" As one researching her list, thinking his facial stubble alone quite edible, ah delicious, such a perfect specimen. "No, he's no model, he's looking for me, well damn it does he want to be? Back off Mrs. Hymm to be, okay. I thought it was time I stopped running, plus I forgot my keys. I want you too met someone. This is really some place! Erica, I would like for you to meet Anthony Decorte, Tony, this is Erica. Hello Anthony, so you want to be a model? I'm afraid I haven't thought about, we'll feature you in swim wear" doing a complete walk around him as to size him up was Anthony Dale an astute exactness, with grey eyes to die for, truly only the beginning . "Oh no, no swim suits, excuse me, I kinda told him not too, why? Well I don't see your tall handsome doctor stunning his naked stuff, Matthew is no model, excuse me ladies please, it is flattering to have two beautiful women fighting over me, I think", with their tedious arguments fading at Anthony instead becoming somewhat distracted by a stylist.   "Where did he go that quick?” Has he strangely disappeared without a trace. Hello sir, are you next? No I was just watching, I'm Lendo, that's Cliff, and the one standing behind you, that's Jeff, and you are? Anthony, Anthony Decorte, excuse me, did you say Decorte? Yes, ”gladden by this gentleman’s interest, thinking Dissuasion had be moving up to afford a stylist of his caliber. "Yes I did, the Tony Decorte? It's a pleasure sir, I should’ve recognized, do you want to do the honors?" Handing Anthony the, sissors, showing how much he admired Him, that he found it and honor.  "Oh no," waving the gentleman off into a seat away, having lost his memory, uncertain of this raw talent everyone keep telling him he had, even this celebrity.  "Thanks, but no, I'm just observing, so you have heard of me? O sir! What professional stylish haven't heard of Tony Decorte? You said you shouldv'e recognized me, ah yes," as one releasing the gentleman in question did Anthony take a seat in the barber's chair, showing the artist can be the client, anyway lendo was as well, known. "I did a show with you, some years back, you were supreme, an artist even, the star Mr. Decorte of the show. Would you do me the honors? I trust your opinion, ah yes sir," please, it would be a pleasure for me, I will make all the others jealous when I brag. So this is where you disappeared to, this man Ashleigh remembers Tony Decorte said he did a show with me some years back, well isn't that something? He's gonna style me, well I'll get back to the showroom, you have fun, yeah, see you for lunch, perhaps Tony Decorte, perhaps.  How in the world did she get pictures of him like this?" Flipping through the now enormous magazine additionally at not believing it. "Tiffany is taking the blame not realizing I know, Erica caught them sleeping and couldn't resist, I'll be sure to check her for cameras for now on, come on Sye," climbing into bed with this darling, darling man, something most women like Ashleigh, even at one time Erica Lynn only get to dream about. "It's not funny, Erica was really broken up over this, well I hoped she learn a lesson, the way Nickie is stretched out in this second photo I know my baby brother is thanking god for sheets. You think it's gonna hurt Tip and his relationship? It's hard to tell, Nickie has a hard time forgiving himself, that goes double Sissy for anybody else, well I told her to give him time, yeah two, three years, Sye, he can't be that nonsensical, not only can he be, he is It's not fair Sye, Tip had nothing to do with it, except Sissy she kept those photos, at a fashion center at that, you have to see the irony. Then it won't matter, Nickie feel all incidents can be avoided and he's feeling double about this rather embarrassing episode. How can he be lawyer and believe that?' "How Nickie is in front of a jury has little or nothing to do with his real life. Nickie’s career is a job, that's all and he's damn good at it, he know every crack, every tittle, every trick Sissy and he's excellent. Hell I've broken down emotionally myself at times listening to him, ah stop it, Any way," yawning hard, a fold of his arms under his head, along this conforting lay at contemplating getting the best of his stunning wife, it's amazing marriage bed, Susan Faye “Nickie is a professional orator, simply astounding, and with his knowledge and passion concerning the law, his belief Sissy, he's priceless and that my darling wife is why he's in France now. I'm telling you, he can be your best friend or your worse enemy and if you cross him, like he's feeling right now, he's finished with and he’ll never have to see you or talk to you ever again. That's simply how he is, his patience, his decisions are as adamant as stone. For instance, when he vowed himself to Tiffany, any woman Sissy in Paris, it doesn't matter if she's a god damn goddess, not that Tiffany isn’t, she don't stand a chance with, his focus is just as persistent as his patience, yeah Sye, I remember how he saved himself for Tiffany, that's unbelievable, maybe, but it's true. Look, and this is off the record, Nickie didn't have a girl friend until he left for college, and that wasn't until after he'd been there two years. What am I saying? I'm saying Stef was his first woman, Tiffany his last, or so he'd planned, you can't be serious, as a heart attack my dear. There were even times we thought, you know, nall, elevating herself into this steamy conversation by her elbows, stun by what Syefin Erin was say and what she was thinking. "You all thought Nickie was gay? Yes, I mean there was no other explanation, so what are Tip's chances? I didn't know, she was his trust, that is now compromised, Sissy, so it's hard to say."     >>>"Thanks Rodney, see you tomorrow, yes, good night Miss Saurus, I told you, I'm just fine," coming off of the elevator, talking to herself, thinking cook out and a movie, yet contemplating just disappearing into Hike's Peak, into Christian's wise sayings. "Arggg, why do I keep doing this, Tip, keep your keys ready, this could take forever.." Imaging that though everyone else had put this rather embarrassing incident behind them, it had only begun to hunt her, this feeling at a lost both she and Nicholas's relationship, hell their marriage. "There you are, ah thank god, come to mommy, ah I can't believe how tried I am. straight into bed, put myself asleep imaging Nicholas will come, wake me later."  Refusing to speak to her directly, the firm was on the case until a sufficient retraction had been executed, ah I hope this taste as good as it smell, maybe I should've just went to Ronda's for dinner." How would she indeed explain she had nothing at all to do with this awful deed if she couldn't explain knowing of the photos existence into convenience. Being able to cook as good as she can write, what time is it anyway? Ahhhhhh, I hate this feeling, I feel so helpless and, ah Nicholas why won't you talk to me, how long huh, how long? A times now beating herself up how she should've burn those damn pictures and there prints as soon as Erica made their existence known. My god mommy, Jesus, how do I fix this, what do I say, am I going crazy? Maybe I should just hop a plane to France, to Macremore and Vance and explain all this to him in person, I mean surely couldn't deny us face to face." Although it was too late now, the rather disgracing damage had been done, Tiffany couldn't believe this was happening, the nightmare if them all refusing to end."  {{Hello, hey Miss lonely heart I thought you was coming over, I left word Ronda that I couldn't, I so want to setup a flight get to France, to Nicholas, please talk me out of it, Tip, don't do it, ah that's really convincing, goodnight girl, yeah you as well, see you tomorrow, you may Ronda, you may not." 

                                                              SCENE V
       -"You’re trying to burn them into memory Brad or what?” Sipping a third cup of warm milk, anything that could help her sleep, it was now 2 o'clock in the morning and she and husband Bradford had gotten very little rest. “I can’t believe it, I just can’t, which part Brad is so unbelievable your brother nakedness or Tiffany’s, will you stop it with the jealousy card! So your inability to put the article away has nothing to do with how astonishing Tiffany is in there? Look the entire thing is extraordinary, even the article itself, I mean did you read this? Oh I read it, it’s almost as damaging as the pictures themselves, Corronda Aggart, how Brad do we know she didn’t write that article with those pictures in mind, it’s too absolutely intertwine to be a coincidence. Come on Barb, Ronda would never do that to Tip. Ronda, since when Brad do you call her Ronda? It’s what Tip calls her, well I’m ready for the house to be rid of it and you just won’t let it go, be rid of it? Yes, I don’t want it to fall into the hands of the boys, do you? No, of course not, but to throw it away like it’s some play boy trash, well ask your brother Brad, do you really think Nickie want us to keep his most embarrassing day-view as a souvenir, no, I guess not. Well Dissuasion has made it’s mark with this one I tell you, they’re going to have to keep it up or fall by the wayside. You mean do a ricey article like this monthly. Yeah Barb, or something very close, I mean they wanted the world’s attention well hell they got it, now to keep it. Erica is some photographer isn’t she? And with that Corranda being such s great writer, well Brad you have to admit although against their will they had two extraordinary models as well, yes, they did didn’t they.” “What about it?” Thinking he’s to tempt Barbara Ann into a seditious night cap as themselves, these steamy organisms, well Mr. Coogan is you have to ask, you don' know me, I know you wanna keep your man awake tonight, no you don't, Brad, sizzle, sizzle Barb indeed, ahhhhhh no, no, I am coming for you wife and there's to be no mercy! > >>"So was Tiffany really angry? At first yes, then it was more fear Matt than anger, I mean Nicholas threw a frenzy," after finally giving into their amazing manners of lovemaking at now intertwining those bare essentials together as one, did Erica for the first time have what she wanted and couldn't live without it.. "I'm sorry I was so uptight at first, but Tip seemed really worried, it could be over for those two? I hear you babe, I think you're exaggerating, so did you apologize, I mean what were you thinking, there has to Erica be a line between work and friendship, right? I apologized a thousand times, thought I doubt Nicholas will accept either of them, I mean Matt you wasn’t there, you didn't see Tip’s face, I did and I really think they're in trouble. What are you doing?” That she’s to leap from the bed entirely, search out her things, like she was getting out, so used to her just staying over, this was strange. “Erica? I think I should go, be there when she get there, babyyyy, come back to bed, I’m serious Matt,” slipping into her panties, her bar at beginning her redressing, to say Matthew Edin was shocked by this move, did Erica easily feel responsible. "This is my fought, will you forget it, it's done baby, water under the bridge, there’s no undoing it, now come get some sleep. You and I were incredible right now right? Beyond Incredible, but you''re right Matt, what the hell was I thinking? It just that I'd been chasing this manner of article to audience with Nicholas Edin for years, and there it was, just beyond amazing, so you saw the opportunity and, and Mat I just stole it, they're both so hurt by this, hearing the upset in his voice, her words as she resigned her redressing into the nearest set for thinking, for realizing. "Hey, you gonna fix this, you're a genius producer,  right? Right, ok but what if someone Mat had a camera hidden just now, we both would feel totally violated, and even worse having those intimate privacies open up to the entire world? I heard you babe, I swear I’m not being unfeeling, or in-compassionate, I know how this isn’t just about photos here but a violation of ones intimate privileges, it got out of hand, you really feel bad, but knowing Tiffany and Nicholas they’re going to work this thing out, now come back to bed, please, it'll be alright I promise, you promise? Yes, now come back into this amazing bed, now were you able to get Friday evening off? Yes, Sissy said that would be fine, so what's the plan? It's a surprise Miss lady. just a hint, shhhhh, sleep,” as one smooching her dainty nose at nuzzling her edible ear, cheek so close into his, their nude bodies, just as magnet to metal, "just sleep sweet heart, just sleep."     >>>“So Milla you’re telling me all this time, all these travels were never about real estate? The ones in the past Cros yes, but the ones just recently no, I’ve been at the California Brightville science institute, their burn/reconstruction center. All Mill for my benefit right? Please don’t be bitter about this, you go behind my back Mill, inquire of things I’ve put behind me for seven years now. You remember the night before the fire, how we had this massive argument because you Mill were then as now sabotaging everything? Cros I love you, and I’m vowed once again at spending my life with you, but I’m so desperate to give something back, I'm convinced this is that. The last thing I’m to do is sabotage us, this, I know we lost Becky, but we’ve been given a miracle, one I suspect like Job being restored to his former glory,” not at all used to Camilla making reference to the bible, that alone was something different, all the better this trap. “I know Cros that sound strange coming from me but believe me Job’s story made a lot more sense after we lost everything dear to us. These surgeons Cros are at the top of their field, if they can’t do it they know others who can, one Cros just so happen to be located in Jerusalem. Jerusalem? Yes, one of the greatest reconstruction surgeons of all times. You can Cros look at this as a gift, yes directly in the mouth and refuse it, but don’t pretend with me that you haven’t considered this. Of course Mill I’ve considered it, I'm not just the monster they say, I’m human being and subject Mill to all it’s imperilment and desires. But do I Mill, do we dare hope in man, in his long list of probabilities, possibilities and failures, can we withstand the disappoints it will ensue. You’re afraid to hope,” sitting as to enclose his nervous hands into hers, that daring eye to eye contact, Camilla like Christian's Tiffany was one of the most beautiful women, but whose heart had no comparison whatsoever. “Is that Cros what you’re telling me? No, I’m terrified, of course I want to be healed from this, to be as we were Mill before the fire, but the thought of going under the knife Milla to do it. Do you know how many people are lost annually, some Milla enduring the simplest same day surgeries and here you are talking about hours, even days. They know what they’re doing Cros, they’ve worked with victims with scarring a lot more detrimental than yours, of course they’re only going by my own description which is why they want to meet with you, with us personally. It’s Cros about fifty or sixty miles or so from Long Beach, we could easily visit Spirit and the others while we’re there. So we leave a couple weeks earlier, say our goodbyes from there, be on our way home to Jerusalem. I will Mill have to think about this, of course, I know it all seem to be moving so fast, yes, really fast. I’ll see you for lunch later, yes, for lunch."      
                                                               SCENE VI

       -“Hey.” bringing a cup of juice into Tiffany’s think tank, that she's to see how she was doing, show herself even more apologetic. Hey, I hope Erica I didn’t wake you, no, I heard you up, thought I would come in here and apologize for the 100th time. I’m glad you came in here, I have something to show you, it’s Erica all there,” laying a photograph envelope to and for her view, had Tiffany apparently been doing her own investigation and what she's found, really curious. "The prints Erica and all, they were as I suspected all still in my desk, under lock and key, but I don’t understand, how is that possible? I gave you everything Tip I swear, god as my witness, I know, I believe that, but somebody else Erica had to have made copies before you hand them over to me. Regretfully Tip there’s only one person that come to mind, yeah I know that too, Ashleigh. Ah god this is still my fought, if’d I never shown them to her, yes Erica, if you’d never taken them in the beginning, yeah Tip something I had a hard time explaining to Matt. If you’d never hired Ash, or Corronda for that matter, if we’d never opened Dissuasion Fashion Center, and Erica if Nicholas and I had never end up in bed together, Girl please, bite your tongue, hell I’ll even bite it for you, seriously Erica Lynn, there are some things Erica  just can’t be avoided, seemingly this was one of them. So I give Ash her walking papers, no, whose to say it was intentional, well I know she simply despised what you and Nickie have, so Erica does many others, yes even at the center, Macremore and Vance, they're either jealous or prejudice, hell pick one, ah, jealous. No we pretty much know how this happen, a pretty sleazy article, some pretty sleazy pictures, ah believe me Tip those photos of you and Nickie are no where near sleazy, nor Corronda’s article, it’s all nothing short of miraculous and I’m quoting some of our worse critics. Ah god I can’t get Christian off my brain," as one massaging her temple out of a worrisome headache, did she just have the sinking feeling something just wasn't right with him. “I know how that sound Erica with Nicholas and I being in such peril but Christian is so dear to me and I’m telling you something isn’t right with him. Well what's Tip stopping you from dropping everything and going to see about him? I danced myself to sleep last night, you what? Yes, I cut on love songs and danced until I felled into the bed asleep, I was this close Tip to coming to you, I know, don't say no more, pulling yourself from Mat, really Erica who could, right? But as you ask about Christian, that's just it Erica, nothing is stopping me, I’m just being chicken regarding what I might find. He don’t call, write, you’re serious? No, but we were in great peril the last I saw him and he hasn’t made not one attempt. If Tip he really knew maybe no news regarding him is good news. Go to him, see about him, Sissy and I can hold down the Fort until you return, if Tip you return,  I think you know what I mean, ah cone on, Christian and I are not like that, and Ash and I sense Merechal will yet have a job when I return? Merechal, what does, ah she being Ashleigh’s assistant, you sure you never did detective work. actually Erica no I’m not. You and I better get to work, you have a long day and I have a long, mysterious ride to consider, does that mean you're going? Well I hope you find him well and Tip as beautiful as you’ve found him to be, thanks Erica, yeah, lets do lunch, no, no more feeling guilty, call Mat. Don’t say it, I wasn’t going to, but I think Matt is gonna ask me to marry him, what? I’m most certain, well congratulations, yeah, I guess, you guess, no really I’m all places at once excited, good, very good.”

                                                      SCENE VII
                    ...MACREMORE AND VANCE OFFICES...

     -"So what you think? I'm thinking damn that sheet," with a frolicsome Ly Lnn celebrating Nicholas’s new found fame with some of the others girls at the firm, was Dissuasion fashion for lack of another description, making their century. "Here he comes, uh, uh, uh," as those discretely hiding the article behind her back, "Mr. Sizzling hot indeed, why Lynn when it sizzles, it Sizzles girl, he is too damn fine for one person to be, so who's the girl you think? I think she's lady luck to be posing with Superman, Nicholas Coogan what time is that meeting? Eight o'clock, be there or be fired, "wooo, I think I'll put it on my wall right next to Brad Pit, ha!, Brad Pit wish, so what's for lunch besides getting our fill of Nicholas Coogan?" Was Wren also cutting her a slice of Nicholas Edin, that making a choice of one of several photos as they were all beginning to do. "I want to go to that new rest on the walk, I hear the food there is good and the male waiters are even better, well I'll catch you guys at lunch, here Lynn, need scissors? I'm kind of undecided whether I want to cut mine, well, don’t forget the meeting, yeah I know, be there or be in the unemployment line tomorrow. You know what’s it about right, yeah crowd control what else? Crowd control Lynn, and sexual harassment, right now having these impossible photos could be breaking the law, yeah but the question remind Wren, whose menacing to harassing whom?”     >>>Hello, responding carefully this stranger answering Christian's door, thinking perhaps too old, but still perhaps his sister, or, well too well dress to be a worker. "My name is Tiffany, Tiffany Saurus, is Christian here? Ah yes! He’s here, come in, wait here, I’ll get him," as usual Christian place, with astonishing eyes of hers researching up
and all around was the house still as grand and as beautiful as ever, even with a few changes.  “Tifny" did an amazing Christian Cros rush a shake of his hand into a well rushing upon her this smell good, feel good welcome, he was very well, so perhaps there was no alarm concerning him. "Come!” All the more than pleased at seeing her, at the opportunity to visit with her, truly one of his mounting regrets was he and Camilla getting off to California and just as soon Jerusalem without saying a manner of farewell to her. "”My Christ what a surprise, I've been thinking about you a lot and well here you are, actually the same here, which is what brought me here." As one examining from afar could Carmilla see straight forward why Spirit River was so taken with her as she was a breathtakingly, stunning creature, very well acquainted with her husband, Christian Cros. "Milla," please, come, come, this is Tifny, Tifny, this is my wife, ah Camilla, your, your wife?" Thinking truly
what did such a benumbing  temptress, even bewitching as herself have in common with her castaway of a husband? "I've heard a lot about you, you know how you left quite the impression on Spirit River, of course Miss Saurus, I can see why. Well Spirit left quite an impression on me as well, he is really exceptional, I really hate I missed him, and if you don’t mind it’s Tiffany. If you remind me Tifney I'll give you the number and you can call Spirit, I’m sure he’ll be quite tickle, that would be great. So where's Mrs. Martha? She only come twice a week now that Milla is here, so I assume you all got out of that fix pretty well, yes, everything is great," thinking she wasn’t that convincing, that Christian Cros would see straight through all the pretense, like now, though seeing to his heart, hers was ailing just as well. "The business is booming, no everything, business? Tifny is in the modeling business, well I can certainly see why, I rarely model anymore, I'm an executive at a booming modeling agency, a designer/choreographer working on a clothing and perfume line with two other friends. We feature unisex models, our own line of designs, a monthly magazine, the works, wow, Tifney, you have been busy, yes I'm surprised you had time to come out
to see us at all. Well,” rising as to look and research a quite astonishing painting of pink roses, reminding her a dream, long past away, readying to touch only this reminder that she shouldn't. This is new,  to be true, you can Camilla actually thank your husband for that, I’m afraid don’t understand, I’ll explain it to you later, some tea Tiffany, tea biscuits, to be honest that sound very tempting, then you’re to excuse me to ready a tray, what on earth Christian Cros have you done?” playfully punching his shoulder into a frolicsome tussle of themselves “You're shocked right? That’s putting it mildly, so you think I did the right thing? Oh god Christian don't ask me that, mine is a wreck itself, if you want it you’re to have it. I better go, go, what about Tea? I don't think she's too happy with me being here, she's just in unfamiliar territory, yea I can tell, feeling like an intruder myself. Leaving so soon? Yes I've plenty to do, but you come all this way, there's plenty of room if you want to stay, drive back in the morning. You are a Jewel, but if I leave now I should arrive before dark, well it was nice Tifney meeting you and You Camilla as well. I have disappointed you, having walked her out, as one opening the door, standing close enough to smell and desire her loveliness."No, brought me back to reality perhaps, whatever Christian that is these days, tell me, Nicholas isn’t my faceless man is he? I can’t answer that, I don’t think Tiffany anyone can except you, your sincere heart. There is something else I can tell, no I just can’t believe I got this so wrong, it was even Christian stronger than the last time I sense you were in tremendous danger. I better get, I miss you so much,” unguardedly planting a passionate forward permanently into his did, did stinging tears spill along artist features, them both. “I need you Christian so much, ah god if only you knew how this day was suppose to go, if this heart has it way, how you and I Christian would spend it. I don’t know out by the water falls, I mean Nicholas and I are unspeakable together but what you and I would have Christian would be more on the line of extra-terrestrial, right? What are you doing, saying? I don't know," as one getting into the car, readying the seat belt, thinking if she hurry she could get back before the street lights come on. "Don't pay my craziness any attention," otherwise thinking, I come to you and again you send me away, I‘m saying I love you, that I ache for you in places Christian I fear even my proficient husband will never, ever discover. "I don't know, I feel like I’m in this astronomical rewind and I’m again Christian standing at that pinnacle of life with purpose to leap to my death. Ah god I didn't say that out loud, right, right! You stop this, you hear me, you stop this, they have plans for you Maaseiah you couldn’t in a million years comprehend. Who has plans for me and how do you even know that name? You best go, yeah I see she's come out to the porch for you, I sit along in my room most nights wondering why do you. Christian Cros hate me so, Tiffany please, please just go,” backing off, away from her, from these unrealizable circumstances knowing what she wanted just couldn't, wouldn't be. "Don’t come to see me again, please, what are you saying? I’m saying get out of here, don’t come back, please Tiffany, just don't come back. Then I wish you and your new wife the goodbye Christians.

                               ...I SAID I WILL GO UP TO THE PALM TREE...

                                                         SCENE XIX

     "Yeah! Pepper and I wondered when are you coming out to play? No just yet Milla ok, no Cros it’s not okay, you can’t hide from this, I’m not hiding, and you could have a Million years Mill and never figure this out, why don’t you try me, I rather not. I’m packed Mill, I’m ready to go meet you doctor friends. Yes but you of all people Cros know you can’t run from those you love, I don’t love her, can’t you tell Milla when we come so close together that we not only can hear one another’s heart but we become one another heart beat, that I love you and you alone. No this is about her believing she’s in love with me, that I’m the face in her faceless destiny, how that belief is tearing her right up, tearing me Milla right up.” “Then why don’t you Cros tell her what

you just told me.,” “she won’t believe me,” “not for a second,” “what if you told her

exactly the way you told me,” ‘as sincere.” “No,” “plus I don’t Milla ever want to see

her again,” “what?” “Yes,” “I never want to talk with her again,” “Cros I see the way

you treasure her,” “no it’s better for her if she forget I even exist,” “and how Cros

will you forget?” “I just got to believe she’ll be ok,” “give herself to her own hus-

band.” ‘You’re tearing your heart out can’t you see that,” “even Cros her heart?”

“That means she’ll never be fit to love anyone other than you,” “as so you her.” “I

have some reading Mill if you don’t mind,” “I do mind,” “you look at me Cros and tell

me what is going on.” “How did you even meet a woman like that.” “I’ve never seen

anythingh like, ” “that Cros generous,” “I mean the way she is

with you.” “I doubt if I’ll be hungry but summon me when dinner is ready,” “Cros.

please,” “it’s not me Milla,” that she’s to come close at consoling him, at kissing his

tears away “I belong to you” clinging to her as for dear life, “I’ve always belonged to

you.” “Did you at least tell her,” kissing his ear, his soft dark mane, into a clear

look at him “does she know you’re leaving?” “I said goodbye,” caressing her even

tighter into his stout bosom “thats I had to do,” “say goodbye.”



“Did you call him,” “did you call Nicholas?” Sitting a bountiful plate of pasta

before her, silverware, a wine glass, “he said he think it’s best we go our own

way,” “yeah well he didn’t mean it.” “Ronda told me about the article,” “the photos,”

he’s still brewing that’s all.” “I don’t Derry think it’s that simple,” “you know how

we vowed to save ourselves for marriage,” “yeah,” “a childhood prank no less.” “Not

for me,” sending a tear spiriling along her face “I’d done just that,” “right up until I

meet and gave myself to Nicholas Coogan.” “Ah god Maaseiah I’m sorry,” “so that

mean Nicholas Edin wasn’t just a fling for me, “he was my husband.” “First he go

days refusing to talk to me,” readying her glass for a sip,.”and now the most

special congential relaionship I’ve ever had, avowed to have is over.” “No Maasieah

it’s not,” “how many times Derry have I asked you not to call me that,” “it’s mean

made of Jehovah God and I doubt he made a mess like me.” “Then who then can be

made of God,” raising his voice into her haste away “we’re all this gigiantic mess if

you ask me.” “Come on Tip I know you’re hungry,” knocking at the guess room

door, “look your moma gave you that name so don’t go blaming me.” “Look he love

you Maasieah,” “he would be a fool not to,” “any man would,” “he’s suffering from

blind pride,” “can’t see,” “therefore he can’t judge properly.” “Don’t you know what

an extraordinary woman you are,” “hell the only reason I didn’t hit on you is be-

cause you’re just too much,” “a man would drown and never see the glow of

imaginary light again because Maasieah you’re that phenomenonly real.” “You

better not be sleep and have me talking to myself,” “to this lifeless door,” “I’m not

sleep,” opening the door to her plate, that glass,”and that is the most remarkable

thing anyone has ever said to me.” “Yeah it takes a real man to admit he’s part

chicken.” “Thank you,” with a slight kiss to his dark, smooth cheek, “goodnight,”

“yeah good night to you.”

...I nolonger can sense it cares, My Heart.. I'm convinced it has lost it's

dares, My Heart...



"Ash were we ever married?” “what are you talking about?” "You know the

dreams I said I've been having?" Having lunch together as they’d planned was

Anthony visibly in this manner of funk "living across the street from my past."

"Well last night if possible Ash these things grew all the more weird,” chopping in

his salad away. did he have a doozy "You and I Ash were in a chapel,” “a fancy

wedding," "we were bride and groom." "Tony,” “I know Ash what you gonna say,”

“they’re all just dreams," “but you are the main one Ash confirming they’re much

more,” “like repressed memories coming to light and life.” ." "Will you just look at

me Ash and confirm directly whether we were ever husband and wife.” “Ash please?”

“The ceremony happen about three days prior to all hell breaking loose," "I'd made

plans toward an annulment but the ride was so wild it just never happen" "Another

one of those thing you weren’t going to tell me right?" "Were you?” “I don't know,"

"what you mean you,” “ everyrthing was happening so fast,” “and they’ve always

said it’s better if you’re to rememeber on your,” "Tony!” Seeing he’s to get up, out

"first you’re dishoest about us being fianced and now actully we’re husband and

wife and still you refuse.” “Tony please,” “I don’t want you to go,” “please stay and

lets talk.” “And what Ash will you not tell me,” “I can’t believe this,” “you treat me

like I’m a distand friend,” Ok lover, but I’m really your husband.” “Look all this is

happening really fast to me also Tony,” leaping up at having a critical discussion

with him, “your life isn’t the only one that’s been turn upside down.” “Do you

know,” swapping both cheeks was she melting fast, “huh?” “Do you have any Ideal

how it felt not only loosing you, but loosing you to a life imprisonment,” “to possibly

a death roll,” “first you Tony and then her,” “her!” Sniffing and swabbing new,

stinging spills of his own “yes Tony her,” “our little Jennifer.” “ah baby I’m so sorry.”

ingesting hard. bitterly, “I’m so sorry.” arriving back to her if she’s allow him at fitting her

permannatly and lovingly about his stout, comforting neck, “shhhhhh I’m so sorry.”

er if she’s allow him at fitting her


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