“What the hell are you doing?” Baron Bell snarled. “Stop that! I told you what you wanted to know. I said, stop it, goddamn it! Liars! You can’t trust a woman no matter what.”

“That is so true, especially with people like you,” Kathryn said. She dipped her brush into the bucket of real tar and proceeded to paint the lawyer from the neck down. Myra and Annie were painting Adel Newsom, who just cried and sniveled. The two surrogates stared with unbelieving eyes at what was going on as they wondered if they would really be turned loose or strung up on the shower rod with the two lawyers.

“You are all going to be overnight sensations once we put you on YouTube,” Yoko said. “I bet you’ll get so many hits, the site will have to shut down.”

“Just die already, all of you,” Bell shouted as Kathryn continued to paint his body with tar and Nikki transferred his money to where it would do the most good.

“Yoo-hoo, Mr. Bell. I’m leaving fifty thousand dollars in your household account to see your wife through the year,” Nikki commented. “I’m right now, right this second, processing a transfer of title to that palatial estate you once lived in. Mrs. Bell will have to sell it, and she’ll be set for life.”

“Piss on you!” Bell shouted.

“That does it!” Kathryn shouted as she demanded the lawyer be flipped again. She dipped her brush in the bucket of pudding and slapped it on his penis. “Now, let’s see who is going to be pissing on whom. One more word out of you, and I’m stuffing your ears and nose with this stuff. That means shut up! Anything else, Nikki?” she called over her shoulder.

“Should we write Mrs. Bell a letter? You know, so she has something to look at from time to time when she thinks about that scumbag she was married to. What’s your feeling on sending her some pictures?”

“That’s a very good idea, dear,” replied Myra. “I know I’d feel terrible if someone sent me pictures of Charles in…that condition. However, I really don’t think it’s going to be much of a shock to Mrs. Bell. Women always know in their hearts when their husbands cheat on them. She chose to ignore his philandering, from what we’ve been told, rather than confront him. So, no, I don’t feel too sorry for her. Make it a kind letter.”

“Okay, Myra, you’re the boss,” Nikki said cheerfully as she tapped away at the speed of light.

“Done!” Kathryn cried dramatically. “How’s he look, girls?”

“Spectacular!” Yoko said.

The others agreed.

“Then let’s hook him up!” Kathryn urged.

Charles poked his head into the doorway.

“Not now, dear!” Myra said when she spotted him.

Charles was gone in a flash.