Martha, she models herself after the Donald, who is to those who know him well often called a bitch. Perhaps she shall be heretofore known as TheMartha or Her Ladyship. She too will marry a not very bright but much younger man who will love her for her money and the life she can give him. He will be supportive and kind, and she will immediately begin to have him followed. The marriage will be a spendiforous affair that will be much photgraphed. He will be shown on the cover of GQ in his tux, that will have a cumberbund pattern included we can all cut out and make in our craft room using silk dupioni and Elmer’s glue. He will have a dodgy career that keeps him out of sight and trouble, and become friends with other kept men. She will detail his home office in an article and kits will be available from Kmart, except for the shackles shown bolted to the desk chair that some minion (soon to be fired) forgot to airbrush out. He and his contemporaries will lament their plights together as they ride her horses on the farm, stopping off shirtless for frosty lemonade under a grove of trees where silent and respectful household help smiling awaits, that Martha will later give Oprah the recipe for late at night by fax as the Steadman will have included in his new contract that it to be made daily and it includes a secret ingredient (tamarind but don’t tell!) Martha’s beautiful bisexual young husband will of course be unfaithful and make secret calls to the SEC at night from a pay phone along the highway, hoping to send her back to Alderson, but it will fail when he disappears off the side of a yacht moored off of Scorpios and all this will be highlighted in my novel soon to be published “How I Got What I Wanted: And the Antibiotic Regimine that Goes With Him.”