And she's old enough to be your mom," Ron replied, getting a look of stunned disbelief. "I kid you not. She's at least forty." You're full of it. She ...ooks twenty."Ron nodded in agreement. "But get this. Jenny in makeup says she worked with her in the early nineties—fifteen years ago."They stopped talking as the model took off the sarong for the next segment of the shoot. She was wearing the tiniest string bikini either of them had ever seen. The triangles of yellow cloth barely covered her. I arrived at the park only to find the place crawling with kids who had disregarded the bright yellow police line tape and were having a blast destroying any evidence that may have remained.I sat on a bench in the shade and imagined the events of the kidnapping. There was nothing high tech about it. A simple snatch and run. It was executed very well though. That suggested that the suspects had planned well, and worked together before.It was to smooth in fact. During the relating of their tale. Only not as she had remembered him. He no longer had long black hair,but a lighter dark blonde color.Anna just stared with her mouth opened. His face, the man she rememberedwas no longer masculine. His face was smooth, his lips were full and hiseyebrows were thin and arched."Oh my God, he's so mad," she thought.Jordan indeed was mad and walked right up to Anna and whispered in herear. "Pay them and meet me outside," He said as he walked straight outthe salon door.Anna fumbled through her purse. " She grinned."Do you want sex right now?" I asked her, attempting to hide my hopefulness.There was a clear pause. I eventually turned to Nicole, who appeared to be thinking it over. "Not really." She finally concluded, then softly chuckled. "I know it's weird. The school slut doesn't want some right when you do. Sorry for blueballin' ya." You're not the school slut." I replied forcibly."Why aren't I?" She casually asked, turning to face me."Well..." I began, almost nervous from her question..