Stepping back, I looked at our display with a critical eye and made a few adjustments until I has satisfied. My part of the display featured our lates...t publication - “In a Glass Darkly,” by Tom Firbrite. Hawkes and Randell had been fortunate in securing UK publishing rights for Mr Firbrite against fierce competition. Already “In a Glass Darkly” had made the best seller lists. I studied the plaque listing the reviews.“Tom Firbrite has done it again, a real page turner - The Guardian; Scared me. Unfortunately for me and fortunately for Marge, the Dallas Clothing Mart was being held at the fairgrounds. This is the place buyers from clothing chains come to buy next season’s hot new looks. Marge went totally bugnuts. Buy me this, buy me that ... you’d think she had no clothes to wear.Something I considered my ‘real’ job, I was bass player in a band with growing popularity. My dad, brother and I owned a truckstop, but other than pinching in when employees didn’t show up, I couldn’t work. Yesterday had been washing day and your regular bland outfits had not dried overnight. You recall that this morning you had tested each of your panties with a gentle squeeze for moisture and had found them to be quite wet. And that you had decided to go without. You lean over, stretching to reach the returns stamp, allowing me a clear view down your halter-neck, which falls away from your perky breasts, free from bondage, as your brassieres had also not dried overnight. You look up and catch me. "I hope you only have to pretend."On our way up to the temple complex, Regaseir had smelled the stench ofburnt powder, and placed it to a field outside the temple complex. Thesound of shots showed him correct, before we found the camp of gunners,practising and maintaining their equipment. They loaded their firearmswith sure and disciplined hands, and lacked the harebrained air ofancient warriors. They must have been renegades, siding with the undead.Their commander was perfectly coherent,.