The houses on either side of a cracked and abandoned neighborhood street sat quietly like every other house in Farrville. He often wondered what kind ...of stories sat buried in the remnants left behind by each family previously inhabiting these homes.He turned left onto the last street overlooking the village. It came to a dead end in front of a two-story colonial style house. Bushes and shrubs were in desperate need of a manicure and dead weeds choked the rock-lined flower beds. The outside. We felt that the name was very near the truth. What better way to tax fairly than a consumption tax? Every point was stressed, including the fact that an amount equal to the expenditure in this plan up to the current poverty level would be returned to every household each month. Under this plan, if you made under that amount you weren't taxed at all. That wasn't the main reason we wanted it passed though. The benefits for buisinesses would be considerable.We had started our campaign earlier. The first was a short pearl necklace and the other a long gold chain, stretching down below her breasts. ‘Just right. Shoes. We need shoes.’ ‘Black high heel?’ Rachel held up a pair. ‘Excellent. Lie on the bed, if you please. On your side, facing this way and leaning on your elbow, I think.’ Rachel followed his instructions. ‘Good. Now, lift your right leg, keeping it bent, and hold it with your right hand just below the knee. Yes…yes. A little more pubic hair, if you don’t mind.’ He gently. She liked her body, both for its appearance and the pleasure it gave her. She paused and looked in the mirror, smiling at her reflection with a touch of narcissism. She could see the outline of her dark pubic triangle through the filmy negligee. Then she sighed. What was the point of looking sexy when Fred had to rush off to his job? She went down to the kitchen where Fred was drinking coffee. “Let me make you some breakfast,” she said. “No time,” he said. “I’m driving today. I have to pick up.