The convict could appreciate what the painted bitch was trying to do. Peace was important, and the painted breasts three feet from her face didn't really hurt her plea.<br/>Emma , being Emma had to play hardball.  Keep the chip on her shoulder, she'd been screwed too many times.(Trapped in the past much?)<span style="color: blue">"Yah ..well. I'd like erm..</span>" she thinks for a moment,<span style="color: blue"> "A white picket house, and a kid and 2.5 dogs...I read that someplace.."</span>Obviously she remembers it wrong.<span style="color: blue">"But that ain't gonna happen."</span><br/><br/>She lights another cigar, not even bothering to ask if smoking was permissible. She inhales deeply, and exhales little smoke rings in to the air, poking each of them through the clear center.<span style="color: blue">"But I'll bite..." She WAS curious after all. "How do you plan on 'improving' this?" </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>