I glanced over. “She was biting her bottom lip thoughtfully. She turned her head towards me.” I think I’m looking for someone more mature”. Sh... smiled. Angela had always had the most enchanting smile. My heart skipped a beat. She really was incredibly beautiful, not in an objective way, in a purely, full on, sexual way. I realised to my own surprise I felt attracted to her, sexually. It was probably my imagination, maybe wishful thinking, but it felt like the attraction was mutual. Imaginary or. . . not like it." Mandy's voice trailed off leaving me with a startling revelation.Is she saying it's dangerous for me to ask? Is she insinuating Collette might punish me? I'd never even considered such a possibility. Yes, I let Collette rule the roost and I had no illusions about being a kept man, a gigolo perhaps, but the idea being punished for any misbehavior had never been brought up and Collette had never spoken or even alluded to such a thing. "Are you saying I could be in trouble with. The blast drove the guard back against the door with a gasp. Somehow he managed to stay standing. A second blast sent him down. Lara stepped over him, heading for the door.'Yuck!' thought Lara catching a whiff of the freshly-killed man.The body was already starting to decay, doubtless caused by the deathly atmosphere of the place."That's life... ," Lara shrugged, "and death."Lara used the key she had retrieved earlier to open the door. She entered the room, gun ready...It wasn't the Dark. The play itself was grand fun. This was a local production, not a visiting Broadway production. The stars were local, and familiar for the most part. The male lead, a full-voiced baritone named Gene Craddick had been a featured male lead in Kansas City musicals for as long as I could remember. His current co-star was a very lovely young lady whose name escapes me, but who had a fine voice herself and a lovely bosom, prominently displayed in several of her outfits, which seemed odd for Marion.