Chase looked over at his beautiful topless wife. She hadn't moved, so he assumed she was asleep, but he could have sworn she had a grin on her face. H...e watched contentedly, watching the pretty young blonde he saw yesterday walk by topless, as he puffed on the pipe.He was woken by a pretty young oriental girl standing in front of him. She wore a tight pair of lycra shorts and a tight tank top. It showed off her slim athletic frame. She had long dark hair and brown eyes. She had to be about. Jerry used to call it B.S. Thanks to Madison Avenue and its penchant for making each new product sound like the answer to everything that has plagued mankind since the creation, the bar has been lowered across the board. People who don't deserve it are touted as something special. I'm not saying it's evil or malicious or anything like that. But when a particular brand of lipstick is supposed to solve all problems with one's love life, it makes it that much more difficult to point out anything. “I called Lisa and had her come out so we could walk the other unit. The place is listed for three hundred. I want to offer two-seventy-five with five thousand earnest money. It’s a solid offer.”“What’s earnest money?”“It’s what it says -- it’s money that our realtor puts in escrow to demonstrate our sincerity in making the offer. If our offer is rejected, it comes back to us. If our offer is accepted, it goes toward the down payment. If we can’t close for whatever reason, it goes to the seller. The bedroom impressed him the most. An antique rice bed rose up from the hardwood floor, its tall, phallic-like four posts nearly touched the ceiling. Mosquito netting draped over the posts, framing the beige and gold silk lover's nest, giving him another reason to feel depressed. He will be sleeping alone, again.Mitch climbed the small step stool into the massive bed. He tried to gather an image in his mind, an image of he and Eve in happier times, making love in his sleek-lined bed, a bed so.