Bianca looked around her. Palm pilot with bank codes. Check. Negatives of Ian engaged in lascivious acts. Check. Keys to her BMW station wagon, white. Check. Her husband lay paralyzed on the floor. Check. Bianca felt a tinge of sadness for what once was. And then the tinge was gone.
Bianca headed out onto the 101, exit Malibu Canyon Rd. She felt giddy for the first time in years. Samson had released her. Bianca suspected that none of this was random. Liz and Samson seemed to know a lot about her. And Ian. But it didn't matter to Bianca. And she didn't care about the common goal to rise up into the Hollywood hills as gurus of the millennium. Bianca was just happy that someone else was going to take care of all the party planning from now on. She didn't want to be the hostess any more. Bianca's only responsibility now was to sit back, get fucked, and give away all her money.
Bianca headed out onto the 101, exit Malibu Canyon Rd. She felt giddy for the first time in years. Samson had released her. Bianca suspected that none of this was random. Liz and Samson seemed to know a lot about her. And Ian. But it didn't matter to Bianca. And she didn't care about the common goal to rise up into the Hollywood hills as gurus of the millennium. Bianca was just happy that someone else was going to take care of all the party planning from now on. She didn't want to be the hostess any more. Bianca's only responsibility now was to sit back, get fucked, and give away all her money.
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coffeepot:
yay!
bob_dobalina:
in order to have a successful cult in hollywood, ya gotta have a celebrity endorsement. or at least enough blackmail material to get the celebrity endorsement. 