"Yes" I replied "the site was up and running, the video was edited with a little help from a friend, and people were paying to view it!" Good. How muc...h have we have made?" asked my grandmother."A couple of hundred" I replied"A couple of hundred!" my grandmother exclaimed "That's not even close to what we need! I thought you said doing this, would make us the money we need!" It can!" I replied quickly "First just give it time. And second, if you want people to pay more, you need more content!". You will not even acknowledgeanyone else without my permission and you will sit at all times quietlyand obediently waiting for my instructions. At all times these gruesomeimages will be showing in your head.I have another surprise for you. We will now head back to Fantasia whereyou will spend eternity as my evil little obedient daughter. There in mydungeon is a woman who thinks she's your mother. She thinks she freedyou. Every day you will torture her and imagine new and gruesome ways ofmaking. Before the pink semigloss paint could dry on the walls, the long-awaited baby daughter they had prematurely named, emerged silent from Wanda’s womb. In the months that followed the funeral, Shaquan grew quieter at home but was making the buxom receptionist from L.B. Schatz Construction shriek his name. Now, several years after exchanging vows for better or for worse, Wanda stood frozen in the kitchen where chef-quality dinners had grown cold on too many nights. There she remained as stiff as a. Jack rolled out of the bed with a groan and grabbed his discarded cotton workout shorts from the floor beside the bed. He pulled them on and gingerly headed for the stairs holding his coffee mug."I'm going for a refill and a glass of water. Why don't you two try to get your story straight so I can hear it once more from the top," he said archly as he began descending the stairs."So," said Jill quietly, "Do you think he'll be mad when we tell him?"Denise shrugged, "I hope he's just mad because.