Barry stumbled back behind the lights, missing the director's smile in his direction.
  "Well, time is monetary. We're trying to get those posteriors down for posterity."
  "I'm just not sure exactly what you want me to do?" said General Lee.
  "It's all a fantasy. An ad, targeting the desires of every babe. She dreamed she was an Egyptian Queen in her Make-A-Maid bra. You're her Egyptian soldier. You're the spoils."
  Barry couldn't say a word. What was Molly doing here? And General Lee? Why wasn't he working on his car?