Cari truly was stupid. In fact she thought

Cari truly was stupid. In fact she thought if you

could play any sort of consequences game you probably had talent as a writer, a comedian, a great wit or something. Deluded. Though that didn't stop her from

registering her 'handle' as a trademark and employing an agent to manage her phonecalls. She received phonecalls maybe once or twice a month, but no matter. The important thing was

that her agent was super sexy. He looked like a combination of

Johnny Depp and JFK. Handsome, intelligent, genuine. She wanted to keep this agent. But that would not be easy. He was not a man easily kept.

She dipped out of her cheap motel room intentionally smelling like Bacardi and vulnerability. When her handsome agent opened the door, she fell into his arms and fumbled for his

were almost ripe enough to harvest. If she could just hold off Juan Carlos from picking the fruit too early again this season she thought they'd have a fighting chance down at

the market of making enough money to escape from this place. She had been planning her escape for a decade now and could sense he moment approaching. Just then a

buzzer sounded on her computer, telling her it was time to go. She grabbed her chute and raced to the window, pausing only for a second to look back and yell, "I'm outta here!!!"