It was magical.I confess I did something indiscreet. It’s all Willis’ fault, really. His fault, yes, but it was started by that other couple. Bill... and Dolores. Billy B or T or something. They were hilarious. We met them in line for pictures. He was short and she was tall and curvy. He had a huge handlebar mustache. She could’ve bench-pressed him if she wanted to. When she popped her boob out for their picture, the photographer was stunned and just stood there. He didn’t know what to say or. What had happened to her after her special tutoring session with the Larsen twins was a mystery, and one which she could only hope would be cleared up at the complete physical examination she would be getting at the doctor's the following day. For Alice knew that her behavior had to have a cause beyond that of her natural loneliness. After all, she thought, she had grown accustomed to that... or had she? A shiver of horror ran through the comely brunette as she recalled waking up during the. Still on other times when we got together, we took our walks.It was on one of those walks beyond the political science building that I steered her into a long-overgrown garden, what had probably at one time been well-kempt with short flowering bushes and rather meandering walkways through a spate of evergreens and other trees. Now with spring in the air, the trees were all green again and some of the bushes had bloomed anew, although many of them were as tall as ten feet. It was as if the. ‘I’m with the department.’ ‘The department?’ the woman asked. ‘I’m sorry, the Police Department. I’m Sergeant Burnett. Uh – Alan.’ Smooth, Burnett thought. Smooth as an overdose of laxative. The woman walked over and held out her hand. ‘Tracy. Tracy Tomberlin. Nice to meet you, Alan. You moving in?’ ‘Yes Ma’am. Two-D.’ ‘Ah. Next to Doc Canfield. The quiet quarters.’ ‘How’s that?’ ‘Oh, the Doc won’t tolerate any noise after eight. Calls the cops, er, the police.’ ‘Cops is fine, Ma’am. We’re.