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Thank you.

Seven and five eights.

Haven't I seen those somewhere before?

Excuse me, sir.

That woman in your magazine, she sure looks a lot like that lady across the

aisle.

Yes, ma'am.

One and the same.

It's Candy Keene.

Miss Fantasy, to millions of her readers.

Like me.

She writes in a vice column here.

Oh. Oh, what's her column like?

Well, um... About... sex matters, sex questions, and things like that.

Uh, you know, people write to her.

She gives very good advice, I gotta say, really.

And sometimes prints, uh, sexual fantasies from the readers so that, uh,

some of us get a little turned on.

I see.

Thank you.

Everyone has fantasies.

I am all the time.

Like the gorgeous chick sitting right next to me, for instance.

What if she was as hot for me as I am for her?

God.

I'd love to see her with that business suit off.

I bet she's got a fantastic body.

And a sweet, tender pussy.

I'd make her squirm and moan right here in this seat.

She probably gives great head, even though she looks so prim and proper.

I caught that glint in her eye.

She can probably suck cock real, real good.

God, my cock and that sweet mouth.

Fuck.

And I'd show her what fucking was all about.

I'd spread those legs and put every inch of my meat into her pretty little slit.

I'd beg her so good and hard, I'd drive her crazy with pleasure.

When I came, it would be like the hottest feeling I ever had.

Best goddamn fuck in my life.

Miss Fantasy, could I have your autograph, please? It's for my brother.

Sure.

Have you been on vacation?

No, I'm returning home from a seven-city tour.

I've been dancing in nightclubs for about two months now.

Gee, too bad I didn't see any of your shows.

Well, I'm returning now to my dear Miss Fantasy column, but I'll be returning to

the stage real soon.

Thanks a lot.

Thank you.

Excuse me, have you got the time?

Yeah

Come on.

Come on.

Jeff. Martina.

What are you doing calling me on Sunday morning?

Yes, it's Sunday, lover boy.

The day you have a little errand to run.

Listen, Candy Keen will be at the airport in less than an hour.

Hey, everyone's here to help decorate my living room for Candy's welcome home

party. And you're not even out of bed.

You better get your cute ass in gear if you want to be at the airport in time.

Who's that, Jeff?

Where you going?

Oh, that was my boss at the magazine.

The managing editor.

I'd forgotten I gotta pick up Candy at the airport this morning.

A girlfriend?

No.

Candy does a column for the magazine.

Read her sex fantasies.

Sex fantasies? Magazine?

But I thought you said you're an artist.

I am.

But I gotta pay the rent.

See, I'm art director for Ultra Flesh Magazine.

Ultra flesh, but that's that... Sex mag.

Pornography, perversion, smut. But you, you... Look, babe, some people look

better with no clothes on.

You, for instance.

I gotta go.

Why don't you leave your number on the table?

I'd really like to finish that painting of you.

You know, Kenya's been gone now for two months.

It'll be so good to see her.

It sure will be. When she said she was going on the road to rekindle her

burlesque career, I'd wonder if she'd ever come back.

I guess we all felt that way.

Believe it or not, you're not chief, mister.

Chrissy, do you know Candy's bra size?

I believe it's a 48 double E.

I never told this to anybody before, but ever since I met that lady, I haven't

been the same.

She'll never let me near them. I can't touch them. I can't feel them. I can

lick them. And now whenever I go to a supermarket, I run through the cassava

melons, the watermelons, the candelabra, the pineapple... Hey, everybody. Can I

get your attention for a moment?

This is Dan Sobel, host of After Midnight, the new adult variety show on

cable TV.

He wants to use candy as a guest in his show.

Dan, this is Mr. Dicker, our editor-in-chief.

Mr. Dicker, how do you do?

Hi, Dan.

This is Sue, the new receptionist. Sue, nice to meet you. My pleasure.

Chrissy Chen, our adult film reviewer par excellence.

Chrissy, nice to meet you. Hello. And this is Mike Farley, photo layout and

resident drawing camera.

Hey, everybody.

Candy and Jeff just pulled up.

Oh, boy, here she comes. Great.

Let me get some punch for it. Oh, there's the kid.

Candy,

Jeff, come on in.

Candy! Hey!

Candy, may I officially welcome you back with a cup of Martina's patented punch?

If you want to be really official, you should give her two double-E cups, Mr.

Dicker.

Candy, we kept close tabs on your roadshow, and we have a pile of press

clippings back at the office.

The reviews were just unanimous. They raved about your shows.

Heard you really wowed them in Pittsburgh.

Pittsburgh. Pittsburgh.

This is Fancy Cassidy.

It's so great to see you all again.

Welcome back. Good to have you back. Oh, you're the new receptionist. Yes, I

start work tomorrow.

Oh, hi.

I'm Mike. I'm the photo layout editor.

And I'd like to make you a star.

I'm Sue, and I've been warned about you.

Oh.

Well, I'm sure that everything you heard is probably true.

And I'd like to take this opportunity to prove every inch of it.

Now, to get some really good shots, we should probably be in private. Like, how

about a little walk in the garden?

Okay. All right.

Candy, let's go off into the bedroom.

I have an uncontrollable urge to just drown in your tits.

I don't feel very playful right now.

Actually, I'd like to leave pretty soon.

I feel like being alone.

Hey, Candy, are you okay?

No, I'm fine.

I just need to do some thinking about something.

Want some punch, Jeff?

Oh, hey.

Hey, remember that book of photos I was telling you about?

It's in my study.

Come on, let's go.

You're never going to be more than just a receptionist if you don't start

someplace, preferably at the bottom. Speaking of which, let me see some of

your leg, okay? You're going to be a nice, successful model. You've got to

show some nice legs, okay?

You like my legs?

Oh, they're beautiful, yeah. A little more thigh, a little more thigh.

Oh, that's enough.

Okay, that's fine. Just like that.

Good.

Very pretty. One shot only.

Okay, now let me see your face. Look really sexy. Give me a nice little sexy

look. Let me say something like, I love oral sex.

Say that. I love... I can't say it. Why not?

Okay, wait. Wait. Don't move.

Smile.

Good, good. Okay.

Now, I want to get a shot of your panties. Because in all the ads, like

bathing suit ads, panty ads, they always see that. We need to see what your

cheeks look like inside the panties. So give a nice little arch.

These panties are a little too sexy for that, I think. Why?

They're kind of see-through. Oh, good, good, good. OK. Just stick them out a

little. Stick them like that.

Real nice, strong arch.

Don't you want to see my face, too? Oh, I'll get that, too. What a beautiful

pair of panties.

OK,

way out. Is that good?

Oh, it's great.

What about my hair?

I'll get that, too.

Okay, let me see.

Just one shot's all I need.

Hey, now, let me see.

I got to know how you look amidst wildlife.

Plants, like, you know, National Geographic. Come on.

Right over here.

Let's see who, um... Oh, let me see some tits.

Cleavage, just cleavage, cleavage. Just the top part of the tit. What do you

need that for?

You have to know, you know, bathing suit ads, bra ads.

They always show that kind of stuff.

Okay, let me see.

That's enough, right?

Open one more button.

Just a little bit of cleavage.

That's not cleavage.

Famous people always go topless. It's no big deal.

What if somebody sees us?

They'll think we're smoking a joint. It's okay. Let me just put them

together.

That's it.

Okay. Let me get a shot of them from the back.

Nude, but just from the back. So I won't be able to see. The camera won't see it.

The camera won't see them, honey. Come on. Just lower them a little bit like

that. Okay. I won't see them. Now just put your arm forward.

That's good. Like that.

Give a little sexy bra hair back.

Look real sexy.

Looking good.

I'm getting everything on this, okay?

Okay.

What was that?

I'm getting the whole body. I'm going to have to cover up my nipples.

That's fine. That's nice.

No,

don't hurt it that much.

I need to see just a little bit of panties again.

Okay, because I didn't get a good shot over there because the sun was bad.

Okay, now.

Arch it way back.

Stick it way out.

Don't touch it. Okay, one touch, one touch.

Let me just... It's pretty.

Notice the cleavage of your tush, the top part. Oh, no. Just the top. Just the

top only, because that's what it shows in a bathing suit.

You need to see just a little... You don't see that in a bathing suit. Well,

it's all right. Look at the cleavage in the top. Watch.

Okay, here. Let me hold this up like that.

Hold it for the back. Hold it for the back. The light's better.

Okay, just like that.

Just like that. Just like that, okay? Don't move.

Jeff.

You've missed my body like I've missed yours.

Oh, remember that time when we got caught in the rain in Big Sur?

Yeah.

We were like two drowned rats.

You know, I'm very impressed with your staff, Mr. Dicker.

I've seen companies at work and at play, and you seem to have something really

special here.

Everyone is so close, as if it's a family.

Well, I suppose it is more of a family than just a group of workers, yes.

That is true. Most of us have been here at the magazine for years.

We've shared so much together and have grown so close. I just can't imagine us

not being together.

Well, Candy doesn't seem to be enjoying herself.

You know, I don't think I've ever seen her when she wasn't bubbly and happy.

She's the most fun person in the world.

Very strange how she's acting.

Okay, let me just see a little blow your hair back. Look real sexy.

Good. Okay, look real nice. Now let me see pucker. Look sexy, sensual. Oh, just

give me a nice, beautiful expression.

That's nice. Let me see pucker now. Give us some more lips.

Oh, good, good.

Are we getting good pictures now?

Oh, much better now, yes.

Expressions work a lot better like this, huh? Oh, they work much better like

this, yeah.

But that's good. Now just move this arm a tiny bit more.

Like that. Just my face, all right?

Yeah. Okay, just get your face. Turn a little more this way.

Like that.

Okay, now let me see. Roll your head back a little bit. You always do this

with your models?

No, I never do. This is something which is not... It's not a good idea to do

these things.

Okay, now turn one more tilt this way. Arch.

Pucker, pucker.

Oh, I didn't expect modeling to be so fun.

No more pictures, huh?

Oh, no more.

You sure?

Yeah, just fuck me.

Fine.

Now nice long strokes.

Longer. Now really give it to me. I want to feel every inch, you know.

Come on, quit fucking around. Really fuck me.

Oh, that's how I like it. Nice and hard.

Fran Sobel of the After Midnight Show.

Oh, yes. You came in to see my show in Manhattan.

I sure did. It was a super show, just a super show.

How did you like the Big Apple?

Huh? Oh, yeah.

New York was great.

Would you mind excusing me? I have to go find Jeff. Oh, sure.

Jeff, we could have these good times again.

I know we could.

Martina. You're my dear friend, but it just won't work.

We can't forget all those problems that... Oh, excuse me. Jeff, I was just

wondering how much longer it'd be before you could drive me home.

But I'll wait till you're ready.

Now, what did I tell you?

That is not the happy-go-lucky candy we're used to.

Something's wrong.

Maybe I better take her home.

That's it.

That's it.

That's it.

Oh, yeah, that's it.

Oh, God, does that feel good.

Open your mouth.

Oh,

God.

Oh, it feels good.

Look it up. Come on, suck it all up.

Oh, just like that for a minute, okay?

Put it right in your mouth.

I gotta get this. All right.

Wait, hold it.

Let me hold it. Let me see. Turn it like this.

Put that gooky stuff right in your face there. Okay.

Hey, I can't have that on film.

Don't worry. I won't use it. I won't use it, honey. It's okay.

Just suck.

I realize how shocking this announcement is, ladies and gentlemen, but we've got

to carry on as usual.

As to any management or personnel changes that this new ownership may

bring, that's just too early to tell. But I'll keep you all informed of any

new developments.

That's it. Get back to work.

Well, Dad, talk about a bombshell.

First day back at the job.

Oh, hello.

What in the world's going on?

I think I just announced that Ultra Flash is being sold.

Yeah, some guy from New York, PJ Corona.

He's coming in next week to ink the deal and take charge.

PJ Corona?

Corona?

That name sounds familiar.

Ah! You know why?

Oh, no.

P.J. Corona is that guy who, in the last six months, bought out those two

magazines, Stacked and Hot Pink?

Holy shit!

The production staffs of both those magazines were fired right after those

buyouts. That's right. Isn't that great? We're doomed. We're gonna be out in the

streets. Oh, my God. We're sure to lose our jobs. What are we gonna do?

Well, our best hope is to warm up to him.

Getting his good graces before the axe falls.

Would help if we knew something about him. His personal life, his interests,

something.

You know, I talked to the new art director over at Hot Pink Magazine about

a month ago, and he said that the new owner is absolutely crazy about Candy.

He also mentioned that he's wildly jealous that she's working here.

And not over there.

You know, I heard the same thing from someone else recently.

That this guy practically worships Candy.

Candy!

Me? Now, wait a minute. I know what you're thinking.

Oh, come on, Candy. It's perfect.

All you gotta do is seduce the guy.

He's hot for you already.

It's a cinch.

A cinch, huh?

All I have to do is seduce him.

Be charming and fun, huh?

Listen.

Normally, it would be the easiest thing in the world for me to do, but... But

what?

I'm sure most of you noticed at the party the other night that I was a

little off.

Some of you even mentioned it, so it must have been pretty obvious.

Well, can you tell us what's wrong?

It's a long story.

Just before I returned from back east, I fell in love.

Uh-huh.

I mean, I really fell in love.

I was at the Red Carter Lounge in Atlantic City.

It was opening night of my five-night appearance there.

I was halfway through my first set when I noticed a handsome guy

sitting near the stage watching me with dark eyes.

And there was something about him.

I can't quite describe it, but I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

So I ended up staying on his side of the stage that night.

Somehow he got past my security to my dressing room after the show.

His name was Pat.

He told me how much he enjoyed my act and that he'd always wanted to meet me.

As we stood chatting there in the doorway... I got the feeling he wanted

me to invite him in.

Or maybe that was my own idea.

But I've always made it a rule not to get involved with my fans.

He said he had to catch a plane back to New York. He thanked me for my time and

said good night. I expected him to return again the next night.

I was right. He came to my room after the show with flowers and candy.

He had flown back in from New York just to see me, but he had to return on a

midnight flight.

So, for a couple of hours, we had fun, just talking and laughing.

And when he left, he didn't tell me he would come back, but I had a feeling he

would.

I was right.

He came to my dressing room with champagne and roses.

I realized...

that he was the sweetest man I'd ever met.

I suppose I was swept off my feet.

It all seemed to happen so quickly, and yet I knew I was letting it happen.

That was the night I fell in love.

Whoa.

We had a date the next night after my show When

I got to my room there was an envelope waiting for me it

was a message from Pat Urgent business had come up that he had to attend to he

enclosed a pretty candy cane pin He apologized for breaking our date and

promised to make it up to me and said he would be in touch before I left town.

That was the last I saw of him. No number, no address.

I... I don't even know his last name.

No one at the club had ever seen him before.

I'm sorry, everybody, but if my heart isn't in it, I just can't. Sorry.

Well, I'll be goddamned.

Candy King, Arma's fantasy, struck down by, of all things, love.

And just when we need her the most.

Hey, gang.

We may have a couple of strikes on us, but we're not out yet.

Right.

We've got a week.

And I bet that's enough time to make Candy get her mind off this Pat

character and return her to her old, fun self.

And once she's herself again, the mighty PJ Corona will be eating right out of

her hand.

So how do we make Candy forget?

Well, what does our friend Candy love more than anything else in the whole

world? Let me think.

Sex, more sex, and more sex, in that order.

Exactly.

So what if we were to create some...

Tempting situations.

That would get her back in the groove.

I get it.

Just play on Candy's natural weakness for fleshy delights.

You know, I've got an idea.

It involves a secret ritual that Dicker and Candy go through once a month.

In fact, this morning would be a perfect time for it.

So every week, Candy sends me the hottest letter that she's gotten.

And I read it to her over the intercom. It makes her horny as hell.

Oh, it's just a little game that we've been playing for quite some time now.

What's interesting is she fantasizes about me as I read it to her.

You might call it our little intercom affair.

Mr. Dicker, that is really wild.

I've never known this side of you.

Oh, here's the latest letter.

This is really hot.

Listen to her get off on this.

Yes?

Candy?

Dicker here.

Guess what?

What is it, Mr. Dicker? The latest letter that you sent to me is a real

winner.

I was hoping you'd like it, Mr. Dicker.

Candy, just lay back and enjoy.

Dear Miss Fantasy,

I'm a successful munitions manufacturer here in Sunnyvale, California.

And for over a year now, I've had this fantasy of you.

In the beginning of the fantasy, I enter my bedroom where my oriental mistress

awaits me with a fine French champagne.

Would you like some champagne?

It's about time you asked.

She is totally submissive to me and tries to please me in every way.

And yet, to me, she... By the way, that dinner you fixed for me tonight was

disgusting.

I'm sorry, sir.

Undress yourself.

Suddenly you enter, dressed menacingly in black.

Then you command her to sit on my face.

And for me to lick her till she comes.

We obey.

But you better eat her good.

Because that's all you're getting for dinner.

You worm.

You better satisfy her.

Then you tell my mistress to suck my throbbing pole.

Suck it like she's never done before.

Don't let him come.

Not even if we beg.

Okay,

that was fair.

Now, fuck her.

Then you order me to fuck her doggy stuff.

and to satisfy her completely.

And only after she is satisfied am I allowed to come.

anxious to please you can.

Thank you.

Was it good for you too, Candy?

Oh, yes.

It was wonderful.

But it's funny, though.

Oh? At the very end, I imagined it was Pat instead of you.

Really?

Well, bye, Candy.

Shit.

She really is in love, isn't she?

What do you think about the new owner, PJ Corona?

I don't know. I'm wondering myself.

Hi, girls.

Hi, Jeff.

Well, it's Thursday, and Candy is just as hung up on that guy as ever.

I know.

And those fantasy letter tricks? That was a dud.

What are we going to do?

Well, I've got one other plan.

But if that one doesn't work, well, then I don't know.

Tomorrow night she's going to come over to my place to meet with Dan Sobel. Only

Sobel won't be there.

Instead, Jacques Forte will.

The Jacques Forte?

Right, sports fans. The number one muscle man of our time.

Jeweled over from afar by Candy King and countless millions of other women.

Do you mind if Sue and I just drop by for a little while?

Well...

Well, okay.

But remember, Chrissy, he's Candy's gift.

And besides, we're not his type. His type's 48EE.

Gosh, wait till Sue hears about this.

Poor Candy.

Why can't she realize she's never going to see that guy again?

Well, you know, when it comes to love and getting whoever you're after,

you've got to be patient sometimes.

Please, Martina. I'm thinking we're in danger of losing our jobs and you're...

And I'm in danger of losing you, Jeff.

Jeff, we were meant for each other.

Hey, it's 1.30.

We've got to get back to work.

Come on.

Hi, ladies.

Is he here yet? Is he here?

Yes. He and Candy are in the living room. They're getting acquainted.

God, Jacques Forte, this is too much. Looks like you two have had too much.

Remember,

you can't stay too long.

I want those two to get loose, so after a little while, you've got to leave,

okay? Okay.

You guys go ahead and introduce yourselves while I get the phone, okay?

Hello, I'm Jack Forte.

You must be Chrissy.

Thank you. And you must be Sue.

Yeah.

Hello?

Oh, hello, Jeff.

Yes, Chuck's here.

I think he's hitting it off well with Candy.

This plan looks like it might do the trick for us, you know?

Would you excuse me just a minute?

Jacques,

we were wondering, when was the last time that you had three women all to

yourself?

And how would you like to provide the meat for a triple-decker sandwich?

Look at those boobies.

Yeah,

look

at those.

Isn't that a dream?

Look at those muscles.

Check out this one.

Yeah, look at that muscle.

Ooh, let me add it.

Mm-hmm

Oh yeah, you're very good.

Wow.

Look, I'm sorry if I came on too strong yesterday at lunch.

Hey, there's nothing to apologize for.

You know that.

But you didn't have to cut me off like that.

You know, it wouldn't hurt to talk a little bit how I feel.

Martina, you remember how rough it can be, working together.

So what if we work in the same office?

We can deal with that.

I don't know, Martina.

It's rough for both of us.

I know that we can make it happen.

This Jacques has one athletic body and a super athletic cock, doesn't he?

Oh, yeah.

Oh,

I love the way you suck on that.

Would you like to watch me? Yeah.

i'll go down on it let

me have some now

he's

kind of athletic

I think he works that body just for us.

Would you just love his body?

Jeff, I may be involved in my career.

I need somebody special in my life.

Someone who's always there, who I can always depend on.

What's going on here?

Where the hell is Candy?

Well, um, she was here a little while ago.

This was her idea.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I got so involved, I just didn't notice her leave.

I suppose she went home.

We fucked up, huh?

Forget it.

Candy just gave us the old slip-roo, that's all.

Well party's over gang, thank you

Please

don't be mad at them.

It was very candy's idea.

I'm sorry It's okay. I told you candy's just been out of it lately

Yeah, well if you see her, tell her I'm sorry about all what happened.

I'll be glad to see her whenever she feels like it.

Okay, I'll tell her.

I'm sorry she left so early.

Goodnight.

Oh, I'll be damned.

So this is where she slipped off.

Candy, I've seen people hopelessly in love, but you've got it bad,

girl.

I understand you Candy.

I'm lonely too.

Boo!

Hi, Martina.

Jeff, what are you doing here on Saturday?

Early Saturday at that.

What are you doing here?

It's kind of silly.

I've just been going from office to office and reliving some old memories.

I had a feeling you'd be here. I thought I'd drop by and keep you company.

Say, you're... Worried about the new owner, aren't you?

Aren't you?

He's coming in Monday to take over.

Oh, worrying won't help.

I'm also down about Candy leaving.

You know, she's so heartbroken.

And she's off to search for this guy, Pat.

She's definitely leaving, huh?

What a waste of time.

She's packing.

and leaving on Monday for Atlantic City.

It's funny, but I can understand.

True love.

Someone who's that much in love just can't give up easy.

Who knows?

Maybe she'll get lucky.

Oh, that's so good.

Oh, that's good.

You're from behind.

Oh, yes.

Waited so long for you.

Oh yeah!

What do you want?

Come on. I want to know.

Show me. Yeah.

Show me where.

Man.

Oh, yeah.

Stick it in there.

Deep.

I'm gonna come.

I guess I've been writing my feelings for you for a long time.

Pretty silly, huh?

Pretty dumb.

You know, I know we couldn't stay apart for a long time.

We're just too good a team.

You're absolutely right.

Monday morning should be very interesting.

Talk about the Monday blues.

Is Candy here yet?

Yeah, she got in early.

She's in there packing up her stuff.

Well, Candy, looks like you're all packed up.

Yes.

It's so hard to leave this place.

It's been wonderful working here.

Why don't you stay on just a little bit longer?

Corona called earlier this morning. He's wondering whether or not you're going to

be in today.

He really wants to see you badly.

This is hard enough.

Would you apologize for me?

Okay, I will.

Listen, I'm really gonna miss our little intercom fantasies.

So will I take care of yourself

I told the little girl, if you want to be a star, you got to put it in your

hand. Mike, I don't want to hear about... Oh, Candy, won't you

reconsider?

The place won't be the same without you.

This place won't be the same without them either.

Oh, Mike, you'll never change.

Candy, you're not leaving without saying goodbye to Martina, are you?

She just went to the hotel to pick up PJ Corona.

No, no.

She knew I was packing this morning. She came in early to see me.

Well, you know I think all this is crazy, but I do wish you the best of

luck.

Well, I can't explain it myself.

I don't know whether it's psychic or intuition, but I know I'm going to find

him.

Bye, everybody.

Bye, Candy.

Bye, Candy. Bye-bye.

How was your flight, Mr. Corona?

Well, my pilot had a little turbulence, but it was fine, Martina.

Would you hold, please?

Thank you.

Sue, this is Mr. Corona.

Pleased to meet you, Sue.

The pleasure's mine.

Well, it's great to finally put faces and names together.

You know, Dicker's spoken about every one of you.

Speaking of Dicker, where do I find him?

Oh, right this way, Mr. Corona.

Well, excuse me.

See you all later.

Come in.

Mr. Dicker, this is PJ Corona.

Mr. Corona.

Pleasure to meet you. Likewise, Bob.

You know, after all our phone conversations, I feel like we're old

friends. Yes.

Well, welcome to your new kingdom, Ultra Flesh Magazine.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

It's a nice piece of real estate we got here.

Mm-hmm.

Mr. Corona has met some of the staff on his way in here, but I'll leave the

grand tour to you, Mr. Dicker. Yes, yes. From what I've seen so far, it's a

superb staff.

Oh, fine bunch of people. Top of the line.

Well, what do you say you show me the whole operation?

Good idea.

Photo layout room is right over here.

I must have left it in the office.

So, what type of horizontal process was that?

Well, it was a Roberts 440. We had a problem with it.

Candy, what are you doing?

Oh, I left something in my office.

Mr. Corona's here. He's in with Mr. Dicker.

Yeah, listen, I'll be just a minute. Don't tell him I'm here.

Okay.

What do you think about our quality in those photographs?

Very, very nice. But suppose we could stop in and see Candy Keene now?

Candy? Well, I'm not quite sure she's in right now.

Yeah, I don't know. She might have been... Pat!

Hiya, Princess.

Pat?

That's Pat.

But this is incredible.

Pat. PJ Corona. Pat Corona.

In fucking credible.

But that's what I just said.

Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, honey. I'm fine.

Well, let's not stand around here. Let's go tell the staff.

See, I knew everything would work out all right. Oh, come on. You were just as

worried as the rest of us. How would you like a raise?

Why did you disappear like that in Atlantic City?

I'm sorry, Princess.

Things were so hectic at that time.

I had four deals going on at once.

One of them was buying this place.

I just figured it would be better if I waited until I got out here.

Just surprising.

Well, you sure did.

And just in time.

I have a surprise for you. Another one.

This is for you.

Oh, Pat.

Oh, candy.

I know.