He knew he should leave, but his feet didn't move."My friend said you were special," Jack said.Nicole smiled."Did your friend say anything else about ...e?" she asked."No," Jack said, a little puzzled. "Should he have?"Nicole turned away and carefully took off her sunglasses. "Please excuse me Mr Newman. I'm afraid this will be quite a shock to you."Shock? What was she talking ... then Nicole turned back to him and Jack fell back in horror.She had no eyes. Where were her eyes? Jack stared into. The Broncos were playing an exhibition game on a small, portable television, and they half-watched it as they sat, sipping drinks in the late summer sunshine. The women had gone shopping, not wanting to compete with the Broncos for attention."How did you find this place, Ned?" Rudy asked. "So private, yet such a great location."Ned popped another can of beer. "Took a while. I looked all over the county, and then some. Louisville, Longmont, Lyons, what have you. I wasn't in any rush; I had a. He said he would like to make it up to me and take me to dinner. I told him thanks but I was waiting for a call from my husband thinking this would put a stop to anything he was thinking. He said that he really wanted to make it up to me and would take me to a nice place. Pick you up at 6. What could I say but “OK”. See you then. He said by the way what is your name? I said Beckey.I put on a turtle neck sweater and a black skirt that hit just below the knee. At about 5 till 6 there was a rap at. )Actually it all started when I met Andrea during registration. She was a beautiful girl, you know the type; hard bodied and firm, real athletic looking. She was always lying out in her backyard working on a deep tan, and she had that California beach girl look. I thought she was a natural blonde until the night this story took place, and I found out she was really a brunette. (The price I paid for that little piece of knowledge has been very costly to my self-image.)Shortly after I met Andrea.