... and so it happened that Mary awoke on the morning of August 29th refreshed and totally unaware that Agent X had been stumbling about her premises in his incessant search for The Momma. Stepping outside briefly, to breathe in the rain washed morning air, she remembered she hadn't brought her mail in from the day before. Happily she found 'n read a postcard from her friend in Paradise. Curious over what new nonsense The Momma was getting herself into, she felt a tad frustrated that the new issue of the Rolling Stone wouldn't be out until the following Monday. So she spent her usual weekend dabbling with her cyber art, stamping out bandwidth banditry, and hanging out on the web with friends. First thing Monday morning, she rushed to the closest newstand for her copy of Rolling Stone with the intent of searching the classifieds for a message from The Momma when right there on the cover ...