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Ill-Starred Caterpillar Girl (Authors note - I kicked this story idea around for a while and never thought I'd write it. Consequently, I posted a caption based on this idea on Rachel's Haven almost two years ago. I'm just covering all bases, in the rare event that anyone notices the similarity. Happy reading) Mark turned into a driveway that led up to a big home on a hill. He drove through the entry way. As Mark drove through it, he noticed that it seemed to have once had a gate on it. Mark parked his vehicle near the door and he stepped out of his car. Mark fidgeted with the vial in his coat pocket. He shook his head at his decision to carry it in his coat because the sun was beating down on him and the high temperature was making him sweat copiously. He ran through his plan in his head once more as he approached the door of the formerly famous actor Tom Gilbert. 'I'll tell him about the potion, and then I'll make a deal with him. I'll resurrect his career and direct it for a tidy sum. I'll never work a real days work in my life again,' Mark thought. Mark was pleased with himself as he stepped onto the porch. He fiddled with the potion in his coat pocket again as he stood before the actor's door. Mark's grandmother made the potion for him before she died. He had seen her pull off so many spells and tricks that he did not doubt for a second that the potion would work. She had told him that the potion would turn him into a young person. She said that Mark should keep it with him and use it to get a second chance at life when he neared the end of his life. She told him that the potion would turn him into a perfectly healthy, young person. The only catch was that the potion would turn him into a girl. Mark's grandmother told him that she did that to make sure that he would not use the potion without seriously reflecting on what its use would do to him. Upon receiving the potion, Mark decided that he would never use it, but he knew someone who might. Mark used to read about the actor. When his career was still active, Tom Gilbert told a magazine that it was easier to be a woman than a man. He said that being a woman was the most wonderful thing on earth because people only expected them to be serious minded in their business affairs. It provoked some angry responses from feminists and some jokes on late night television shows at the time. Mark knew that he might be able to coax the washed up star into giving him a large sum of money for the potion. If he could convince him to change his life, he could direct Tom's career. Mark knew enough people in the industry to know when directors were on the lookout for unknowns for minor studio films, independent films, and rarely major films. Mark stared at Tom's door. Mark knocked upon the wooden door. He stared at the peeling paint on it until he heard someone approach it from the other side. The door drew open, and Mark saw a middle aged face. The face was long and slightly wrinkled. Mark recognized the aged face of Tom Gilbert. "Hello, Sir. May I have a moment of your time?" Mark asked. "How did you get passed my guards?" Tom asked. "What guards?" Mark inquired. "Aw, shit. What do you want kid?" "I just want to talk to you about your career." "What career?" "Your movie career." "It's dead," Tom responded as he slammed the door in Mark's face. Although startled by Tom's response, Mark knocked on the door again. "Can't you take a hint?" Tom asked as he opened his door slightly. "No." "I should have you arrested for trespassing." "Why would you do that? All I want is a moment of your time." "Fine. Come in. Maybe you'll kill me, or at least amuse me for a second, monkey." "Sir, I want to ask you about your career." "It's over!" Tom shouted. "But what about your fame?" Mark asked. "That's gone too. I miss that. The roar of the crowd when you walk to a premier. The sound of cameras going off. You think people care about you, but it's all superficial crap, kid. I started to think I was important, but I'm nothing. I'm Kleenex. Entertainers are disposable. When you're at the top, you don't see that." "Why do you want it, if you think it's so hollow?" "Vanity is powerful. People go out of their way to make you think that the world revolves around you. Suck ups kiss your ass. Other famous people want to be seen with you. You get forums to spew self-righteous bullshit to a large audience. You get treated better than others. You know, I never had to wait for a table when I was at my peak." "And now?" "I might as well be you. Just some jerk-off going to people's homes and asking them pointless questions." Visibly upset by Tom's embittered slight, Mark shot back, "But you still have wealth?" "Yes, I do. That's the one thing I'd have to try to lose. Maybe I should get a coke habit going," Tom said with a snarl. "What if I could offer you a way back?" Mark said as a smile came to his face. "I'd laugh. And then I'd be so desperate for the attention that I'd hear you out. And then I'd sulk." "I have something here for you from my grandmother." "Oh, did the little lady write a screen play. It's a can't miss that I can star in. Of course, I'll have to finance it to be in it." "Close. She gave me a potion." "All right then, kid. Good night and good luck." "Do you think I'm screwing with you?" Mark asked as he pulled the vial out of his jacket pocket. "Are you fucking with me? Get the hell out." "I'll give you the potion before you give me the money. What do you have to lose? If it works, you pay me one million dollars and make me your agent. If it doesn't, I'll leave." "So I'm going to drink what's in that vial. Then, I'll probably die, not that that would be a bad thing anyway, and then you'll steal everything that's not nailed down." "I saw the cameras on the grounds of your house. Do they work?" "Of course they do. The pictures they take are sent to some central place." "So they have my picture and a picture of my car in your driveway?" "I suppose." "So how could I plan on getting away with this?" "Who says you'd want to? Maybe you want to be notorious. Kill some down on his luck actor and make the papers." "Again, what do you have to lose by drinking it?" "Nothing. It's not easy being a has-been. So what will Grandma's little potion do to me?" "It will make you young again." "That won't do me a lot of good. I'd have to get tons of plastic surgery to not look like myself. That's not a pleasant situation. " "Well, there's something else." "What?" "There's just a small catch. It will make you into a woman." "A what?" Tom asked with more than a hint of surprise in his tone. "A woman. They have breasts..." "I know what a woman is. I'm not an infant, dumbass." "How would you like to be a woman?" "How old?" "It should make you look like you're 19 and a prime piece of eye candy." "In other words it will make me into a piece of ass. There's no shortage of that." "Yes. However, can they act like you can?" "No," Tom shouted. "Are you going to sit here and whine about your glory days when you could be beating out Jessica Alba for a role?" Tom's eyes widened. "Are you going to pass up this chance when movie studios are paying Jessica Simpson to act?" "Hell, no! Give me that potion." Mark handed it over to Tom. Tom chugged it down. "Tastes like SweeTarts," Tom remarked as he started to laugh at Mark. Tom stopped laughing as the growing weight on his chest made his upper body shift. "What the hell?" Tom shouted as he fell to the floor. Tom's body shrunk and thinned proportionally. His size was reduced from a stocky 6'2" and 240 pounds to a slender 5'9" and a 120 pounds. His skull reshaped, and his square jaw became rounder and softer looking. His nose decreased in size while his hazel eyes took on a more youthful luster. His dark brown hair lengthened until it reached halfway down his back. All traces of grey in his hair were replaced by highlights. He saw his finger nails creep off his finger tips as they lengthened. His eyebrows thinned and arched as his teeth turned whiter. His skin remained pale white, but it became flawless. His age was wiped off his face and a youthful, feminine one was left in its place. Tom stared down at the parts of his smooth, long and slender legs that were visible beneath his shorts. He looked at them with a smile that left his face as he touched them and realized they were indeed his. Mark smiled at Tom and said, "Believe me now?" "Yes," he nervously responded. "Well, don't you look splendid," Mark remarked. "Stop looking at my chest pervert! You men are all the same," Tom shouted. Mark rolled his eyes and helped Tom stand up. Tom clutched as his oversized shorts to keep them from falling to his feet. "This is incredible," Tom said as stared down at the breasts that were beneath the oversized shirt that hung off his suddenly slender frame. "I told you," Mark responded. "You showed me," Tom said with a smile. Mark smiled back at him and said, "We need to go to a place downtown. I've got some hooks there. We can manufacture you an identity. We just need a name, Tom." "Call me Lily," Tom replied. "What?" "Lily Stoneman." "That's the name you want?" "It's easy to remember." "Okay, Tom." "Lily! Tom Gilbert is gone. Get into the habit of calling me Lily," Lily demanded. "Yes, Lily." "Just let me get dressed. Will you, Marky?" Lily asked as she tried to make her voice sound more breathy. Mark arched his eyebrows and nodded. "Good," Lily remarked as she licked her lips and headed up the stairs of her home. She went up the stairs and collected some of the clothes that had been left behind by Tom Gilbert's former lovers. Lily slipped on the clothes that fit her best. She walked down the stairs slowly and deliberately in an oversized pink shirt that was held close to her body with a black sash that was tied around her waist. From her shoulder dangled the strap of a medium-sized black pocketbook. She batted her eyelashes at Mark. Lily tilted her head and kept her eyes in Mark's as she let a slight smile creep across her face. Mark's eyes drifted down to her legs, which were covered by a pair of black leggings. Mark was so transfixed by Lily's beauty that he forgot for a second that she was a man only 20 minutes earlier. "Where did you those clothes from?" Mark inquired to try to get his mind off her appearance. "My ex-girlfriends left this stuff here years ago." "Oh. And why are you wearing heels?" Mark asked as he stared at the black pumps on Lily's feet. "They're the only things that fit me," Lily said as she smiled and lightly pushed Mark. "Okay," Mark responded as he felt confused feelings about Lily as she moved away from him. "Could you come over here for a second, Mark?" Lily asked as she looked in a mirror. "Sure," Mark responded hastily as he walked over to her. Lily smiled and threw her arms around him. She made sure to rub her breasts against his chest. She let go of him and smiled. She then lifted her pointer finger to motion him to follow her. Mark gazed at her swaying hips as they walked through the home. Lily turned and faced Mark as they entered her home library. Lily's stare drew Mark's attention away from the collection of pornographic magazines and Ayn Rand works that filled her shelves. She smiled and asked, "Could you move that bookshelf for me?" "Where do you want it?" Mark asked. "Just move it a one foot to the left." Mark shrugged his shoulders and was able to move the bookshelf with some effort. Mark squinted his eyes at Lily as he saw her reach behind the bookshelf. Mark watched as she pulled out dozens of hundred dollar bills from behind the bookshelf. When she finished she turned to Mark. She stared him directly in the eye and asked him sweetly, "Could you please move it back?" Mark smiled and moved the bookshelf back to its original position. Mark did not know why, but he did know that he could not resist her. Her every stare and twirl of her hair in her slender fingers turned him on. He preformed a few more errands for her and found 150,000 dollars in cash that had been stashed about the house. Lily put a few thousand dollars in her pocketbook and turned to Mark and said, "Now, Marky, darling, let's go someplace nice." "What? Where?" Mark asked excitedly. "Take me into the city. I need to get some new clothes, don't you think?" She said as she raised and lowered her shoulders and smiled while she stared into Mark's eyes. "Oh," Mark uttered in disappointment. "Well, can't you be a gentleman and warm up the car? Can't you put on the air conditioner so that I'm not glowing on the drive?" "You seem to be taking this transition awfully easily," Mark stated in absolute disbelief about how feminine Lily was acting. His grandmother had never told him that the potion had that kind of effect. "It's not that difficult. I've watched others do it," Lily responded as she brushed Mark's face with her finger tips. Mark felt awkwardly turned on as he walked to his car. He started it and Lily stepped into it a few minutes later. He drove her to a boutique in the city that she had recommended. Lily walked into the shop and walked straight towards a rack. A saleswoman came over and assisted her a few minutes later. Mark tried to lead Lily towards a rack of clothing. He thought that the clothes on the rack looked like the type of clothes that many starlets would wear. Lily shook her head at him and said, "Don't be silly, darling. Every one dresses like that. I need my own style to make those industry tool's remember me. "Please don't call them tools to their faces," Mark said out of a mix of concern and bewilderment over Lily's behavior. "I would never say such a thing to them, but they are tools. And I will use each of them to get what I want." Mark took a step away from Lily. She tilted her head down and smirked at him and moved towards the saleswoman. Mark watched as Lily and the saleswoman assembled a pile of clothing that he knew that most girls who were desperate for attention would probably envy. Lily placed them on a counter and followed the saleswoman towards the shoe section of the store. Mark looked at her mix of dresses, tight black capri pants, body hugging jeans, oversized shirts, belts, sashes, and opaque tights as the saleswoman led Lily over towards her footwear. He looked at her mix of daytime and evening dresses and observed the patterns on them as he picked each dress up one by one. Five of the dresses had sleeves of varying lengths, while two others only had straps. Three of the dresses were strapless. Not one of the dresses would reach further than halfway down Lily's thigh. Some of the dresses she picked out were black and white or black and cream. The other dresses were bright and multicolored. Her shirts were all bright colors and her sashes were all black or purple. Mark looked up and saw Lily walking towards the counter. The saleswoman walking behind her was carrying eight boxes of shoes. Lily stopped and took a white negligee off a rack as she made her way to the counter. "Why are you picking out these types of clothes?" Mark asked Lily as she placed the negligee with the rest of the clothes that she had picked out. "When I was younger, there was a singer who kind of dressed like this, and I always kind of liked for it," Lily answered. "So you're just recycling her image?" Mark asked dismissively. "Of course I am. That's all fashion is. Just recycling something that came before," Lily declared in a decisive tone. March turned and looked at the saleswoman who was scanning all of the items Lily selected. Mark blinked twice rapidly when he saw that she what picked out cost nearly four thousand dollars. Lily reached into her pocketbook and pulled out a large amount of cash. She counted out four thousand dollars and handed it to the cashier. Mark noticed that the cashier was slightly surprised that Lily was paying in cash. Mark looked at Lily as the cashier printed up Lily's receipt. Mark asked Lily, "Don't you think that you spent a little much on these clothes?" Lily shook her head as she smiled and said, "No. It's not cheap being a girl, Marky." Lily took her receipt from the saleswoman and placed it in her purse. Lily then smiled at Mark and asked him to help her with her bags. Mark complied and helped Lily carry her bags to the car. Mark loaded up his car with Lily's new clothes, shoes, and accessories. Mark went to enter his car, but he saw Lily staring at him impatiently. "What?" Mark inquired. "I'm waiting for you to open the door for me?" "What? Your arm is broken now?" "No, but you know that you shouldn't have to be told to open the door for me." Mark decided that he did not want to have a verbal altercation with Lily on a public street. He walked around the car and opened the door for her. Mark then walked back around the car and entered it. Lily stared straight ahead and did not even turn to look at Mark as he entered the car. Mark rolled his eyes after he briefly glanced at her. 'A diva already, and she's accomplished nothing,' Mark thought to himself. Mark pulled the car away from the curb. He drove them towards Mac's apartment in downtown Los Angeles. Mac had been an associate of Mark's for years. Mark knew that Mac would be able to create a fake identity for Lily. He took her up to the 12th floor of a building and led her into Mac's apartment. "Mac, this is her," Mark said to the bearded, middle-aged man. "What name would you like?" Mac replied. "Lily Stoneman." "Okay," the stocky, bearded man replied. He then added, "Stand over there so I can take your picture." Lily compiled with his request. Mark watched Mac as he accessed government records and created a false identity for Mark's new client. Mac walked into another room and continued to work on the ID. Lily and Mark waited patiently on a couch and read Mac's newspapers as they awaited Mac's return. Mac came back out an hour and half later and handed Lily a perfectly forged social security card, driver's license, and passport. Mark handed the man an envelope filled with Lily's money. Mac smiled as he checked the amount. Mark then led Lily out of the building. Mark drove Lily back to her home. Throughout the car ride, Lily did not utter a sound. Lily broke her silence as she stepped through her front door. She turned and asked Mark, "Who was that downtown?" "Just a friend. He's got connections in the government. I've used him before. He won't say anything." "Oh, good. Mark, could you be a dear and take my bags up to my room?" Lily asked. Mark nodded his head and carried her bags to her room. Lily entered the room as he placed the bags down. She smiled at Mark and shooed him from the room. She told him that she would come down and see him in a minute. 5 minutes later, Lily strolled down the stairs. Mark's jaw dropped as he gawked at her. She was wearing only the negligee that she had just purchased. She moved towards Mark and beckoned him. Mark moved towards Lily without any regard for who she really was. She whispered in his ear, "I just want to thank you, Marky, for all your help." Mark stared into her eyes and blurted out, "Would you like to go out sometime?" Lily laughed and said, "Don't be stupid, Mark. I'm still a guy in thought." "What?" "I'm only acting girly. I guess I'm a lesbian now. That'll be fun," she remarked with a smile. Mark gave Lily a confused look. Lily saw the look and laughed while she swayed her hips as she walked away from him. Mark decided that he badly needed a distraction. He called a number of people he knew that had any knowledge about the movie industry. He asked if any had information about possible roles for unknown actresses. His first four calls were fruitless. The fifth call Mark made was fruitful. His friend Chris gave him the name and the location of a place where an established director would be holding auditions the next day. Chris told him that the director had been having trouble with his established leading ladies and badly wanted to work with someone who lacked the sense of entitlement that the average starlet possessed. Chris told Mark the requirements and wished Mark's client good luck. Mark wrote down the information Chris gave him and thanked Chris for it before he hung up the phone. He then walked over to Lily and said, "Lily, I just got a call about a possible acting job. My friend got you on a list to try out for a director." "Who's the director?" "Carl Griffith," Mark read off a pad. "Carl! I know how to play Carl. When do I get to see him?" Lily inquired. "Tomorrow. I'm going to grab a script so you can practice before hand. And if you want to keep your spot on the list, my friend's going to need about 20,000 dollars." "Splendid," Lily responded as she pulled a large sum of money out of her dinning room hutch. Mark watched her take hold of the money. He was no longer surprised that Lily had stashed large amounts of cash in every which place. "Lily handed him 20,000 dollars and said, "Make sure, I still have that appointment with Carl. If I do, I don't think I'll be needing a script." "Okay, then, but I'm still getting you the script," Mark responded as he headed for the front door. Mark drove back into downtown Los Angeles to see Chris. He gave Chris the money and Chris gave him the script. As Mark thumbed through the script, he asked Chris, "So how do this selection work" "Griffith has the girls come in one by one. He's the only person in the room besides the actress he's testing." "He's the only one in there?" "Yes," Chris responded as he lifted his eyebrows and laughed. Mark cringed before Chris added, "Hey, it's a competitive industry." Mark nodded and said goodbye to Chris. Mark headed back to Lily's place. He stopped for a quick dinner at a Denny's' before he went back to Lily's. As he entered Lily's home, he saw Lily reading a paper while still only dressed in her negligee. "Isn't it a little cold here at night to be only wearing that?" "It's always summer here, darling," Lily said as she stuck out her hand. Mark placed the script in her hands and took the newspaper from her. Lily read the script over, but barely glanced at her lines as the night drew on. Mark shook his head at her surprising lack of ambition. When the sunset, Lily led Mark into one of her guest rooms. Mark thanked her and set the alarm clock on his cell phone before he climbed into bed. He drifted to sleep with thoughts of dollar signs flashing about his head. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ - The next morning, Mark woke up to his alarm. He dressed and walked towards Lily's room. He peered inside her doorway and realized that she was not in her room. He went down the stairs and saw Lily fully dressed and waiting for him. She looked flawless. She was dressed in a short, bright dress, black tights, and a pair of black pumps. "Where did you learn to do your makeup like that," Mark asked as he looked at her perfectly made up face. "Early work in theaters. We all had to start somewhere," Lily replied. Mark went into Lily's kitchen and made himself breakfast. When he asked her if she was going to eat with him, Lily told him that she had already eaten. After Mark finished eating, they left the house and got into Mark's car. Neither spoke as Mark drove them into the city. Mark parked his car a few blocks from where the auditions would be held. They exited the car and walked towards the building. They entered the building and waited for Lily's turn. Mark's feet tapped wildly on the floor as they waited. Mark looked at how calm and collected Lily was. She seemed to be completely relaxed. Mark realized that he was more nervous than she was. As each girl entered and exited, Mark gazed at their expressions. They looked hopeful going in and solemn coming out. As Lily watched Mark gaze at the girls, she smiled and said, "Marky, they're out of your league." "That's not why I'm looking. I'm trying to read their expressions." "Their young and they don't know anything," Lily responded. "But they just went through what you're going to go through." "Yes, but they don't know what to make of it. It's unusual in there if you're not immune to it. I am." "Just stay focused on your role when you go in there." "Oh, Mark, don't worry about that. I've got my role down pat." Griffith's assistant stood up as another girl exited the room. Griffith's assistant called out, "Lily Stoneman." Lily rose up and raised her hand. Griffith's assistant looked at Lily and said, "You may go in, now." Mark waited outside as Lily went into Griffith's office. Mark fidgeted in his seat as he tried to keep his mind off the audition by reading a magazine. 50 minutes later, Lily walked out. Griffith's arm was around her shoulder. He looked to his assistant and said, "I've cast the part. Send the others home." Mark stared at Lily who was receiving adoring looks from Griffith. Lily walked towards Mark and smiled back at Griffith before she led Mark out of the building. "How did you get the part?" Mark asked as they walked away from the building. "I've got my ways." "How did you do it so quickly?" "Oh, it doesn't take long to please him." Mark was silent. Lily noticed the confused look on his face and said, "I know what an actress has to do to get a head in this business. It never changes." "You didn't!" "Oh, don't be such a prude." "When I asked you out, you said that you were only attracted to women," Mark said with some frustration evident in his voice. "And I was telling the truth." "Then how could you..." Lily raised her hand and interjected by saying, "Oh, Mark, I acted the part Carl wanted me to play. On screen and off, I play a part." Mark reached his car and opened the passenger side door for Lily. After Lily took her seat in the car, he entered the vehicle. Mark drove them towards her home. As they drove along, Mark would periodically look at Lily as she stared out the passenger side window with a faint smile on her face. They entered Lily's home. As Mark closed the front door, Lily looked at Mark and said, "I'm going out tonight." "What?" "I'm going out with Carl." "Why?" Mark demanded to know. "He wants my company. Since his divorce, he's been a lonely man." "But you said..." "It's all an act, Mark. I'll get my picture taken with a director. I get a shot to prove my acting talents in a major film. It's all calculated," Lily said as she pointed to her head. "So you want to be some tabloid bimbo sleeping with a man 30 years older than you so that you can keep a part in a movie," Mark said hoping that his words would convince Lily to break her date. "Of course. You understand completely," Lily replied with a smile. Mark threw up his hands and walked into her living room. He placed his head in his hands as he sat on the couch. Things were not going as he planned them. Lily was charting her own course. He knew that she did not even need him. He was being marginalized. As Lily left to be with Carl, she smiled at Mark and said, "Don't wait up." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ - As the start date for the shooting of the film drew near, buzz was building around Lily. The studio producing the film was referring to Lily as the most talented actress they had come across in years. Her name and exploits had been bandied about in the press as well. Her torrid relationship with her much older director had been routinely making into the tabloid pages since they began their relationship eight weeks earlier. Lily's looks, notoriety, and talent had landed her roles in films that were to be made after she starred in Griffith's piece. Mark was seeing a piece of her income, but he was not really doing anything. Mark was now living in an apartment with Lily. Lily was forced to abandon her mansion because its owner was known and not available for interview. There would have been a search for Tom Gilbert, if only anyone cared to realize that he was missing. Mark read over the latest tabloid article about Lily and Carl's romance as he waited for her to come home after a day of filming. She walked in and smiled at him. He gave her a cold stare before he stood up. "Lily, this really can't keep happening," Mark said as he pointed to the tabloid article. "Oh, Mark, you know what they say about publicity." "That doesn't matter. You're not creating a good brand for yourself." "Oh, so men don't like sex kittens nowadays," Lily said as she tilted her head and pouted. Mark sneered because he knew that Lily was aware that that look of hers frequently turned him on. "Mark, Mark, there are things to worry about and things to let just slide," Lily added. "I know. I'm just frustrated. I thought I'd be doing more around here." "Oh, Mark, don't be down," Lily said as brushed his face with her hand. Mark pulled away from her. Lily then giggled and said with a smile, "I owe it all to you, Mark. Don't worry about a thing. I'll take good care of you." Mark thanked her before Lily added, "You're like the big brother I never had. We're family because we both share my secret. Oh, and, Mark, you're the best brother a girl could ever have." Mark thanked her for her kind and assuring words. She started to walk away from him before she said, "Oh, I just remembered that I need to pick up a dress at the Laundromat on West Manchester Boulevard. Could you be a dear and get it for me?" "I guess, but why don't you?" Mark responded. "Well, I want to shower. It would really help if you did it for me," Lily replied. Mark nodded. He figured it was one way to feel useful again. If he could not direct Lily's career, he decided that he might as well be of some assistance to her. He descended down the steps of their second floor apartment. He strolled over to his car. He started it and drove off down the street. Although the sun was beginning its descent, it still shone bright on the city streets. Mark decided to roll up his windows and turn on his air conditioner. He put on the radio and bopped his head to the latest piece of pop music written for a young, blonde, female performer. Mark's car turned the corner onto West Manchester Boulevard. He stopped at a red light and a car pulled up beside him. Shots rang out and echoed down the street. People on the sidewalks dropped to the ground. The shopkeepers and shoppers in nearby stores did the same. When the sounds of the shots ceased, the pedestrians slowly raised their heads to see what had happened. The shopkeepers went back to their daily business as their shoppers tried to settle their rattled nerves. The faint sound of sirens entered Mark's ears. The cops exited the car and looked him over. The EMTs came shortly there after. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Controversial actress Lily Stoneman's little known agent was killed this evening in a drive by shooting on ...." "Oh, Lily, turn that TV off." "It's a sad thing," Lily replied with an expressionless look as she turned the television off. "My dear, it's a tragedy," Carl said with smirk.