The Countess

Prologue

i walked into the room. it was all white, including the chair that i sat on. i had to talk about myself. i said, "hey! my name is sandy jensen and i'm a playboy bunny." i looked at the camera and smiled like i was pretending to be someone that i'm not. like i didn't exist to them. "so, how old were you when you became a playboy bunny?" did they just asked me that? oh, well... "i became a playboy bunny at the age of eighteen." i smiled. i looked at the screen and the cameraman zoomed into my face. "can you not zoom into my face, please?" i moaned. the camera man zoomed out. "thank you," i said. "so, do you have any hidden talents?" i shook my head, because i didn't see the point in hidden talents. i didn't know, if had any hidden talent. "how are your closes friends in the mansion?" i took a deep breath, before i said, "my closes friends in the mansion are rosie gilbert, lacy blaire, dena loveyen, kelly loveyen and elizabeth parker." i look at my purse on the floor and i see my blackberry signalling to me. "why are they your closes friends?" "pardon!?" i got confused. "why are those girls your closes friends in the mansion?" "oh..." well, duhh... i mansion got to me. "uhmm... they're my closes friends, because we're a family when one of us is down or doesn't what to do some fucking shit. we stick together like we don't give a fuck." "fair enough." like i could say 'fair enough' better than that.