I vacillated for a while until I realized I could just tell her that."Hey," I said, once she was on the phone and we'd made our greetings. "I wanted t... tell you about last night with Sharon. But as a friend, not a counselor, okay?" Sure, Joe," she said. "I've been wondering what happened." Well ... how long do you have?" As much time as you want."An hour later, I'd completed the entire story, in all its gory detail, from me running late, to the photo album, to the exact words of our final. At first it was very casual, but quickly a sense of sexual tension and suggestion came out. He started moving in closer as we stood there, he started stroking my arms, I tried to talk about my marriage to remind him I was already taken, that didn’t seem to bother him in the least. He touched my wasted and grabbed my hand as he slowly and methodically moved it closer to the bulge in his pants which I pretended not to notice. I could feel the blood flowing, making me flush, my nipples were. ’ The Killer now knew the target was coming to the hotel. He was certainly ready. He stared blankly into the large mirror in the hotel suite. He didn’t have time to wax philosophic about what he was and what he’d done with his life. ‘I am what I am,’ he said to his reflection. Besides, he had a client to be serviced. He laughed internally at the professional way he described it. ‘Client’. ‘Serviced’. He laughed again. Stacy parked. She thought about what the hell was going on and what Luke. I quickly crumpled itup and tossed it in the trash - no need to draw attention. I picked asimple pink bra - size 34b. I then went searching for panties. I wantedsomething other than a thong. It wasn't to be - apparently I was eithera slut or pretending to be one. I found some that matched the bra, andput them on. I then decided a skirt might be preferable to the low risejeans - I don't want the boys checking out my thong. I chose a denim onethat flared out and was about knee length. I.