The woman reached back and put the hair into a pony tail. "Frank?" Gary stared shock. This is how my sister still lives, thanks to a DNA sample." Fran... said ashe lead Gary to the booth. "Want to give it try? I was dating a girl whograduated while I was in the hospital. Got her DNA sample on file if youwant to become her clone before gym class. I notice the college had one ata time neither of us has any classes." "Okay." Gary said as he decided to give it a shot. Soon Gary was steppingout of the. Or a stampeding flock of buffalo.Whichever, whatever, it was driving me crazy so I grabbed my stuff and dived out the door to the front porch."See you sweetie. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. And you know what I'd do if I were you, haw haw."The slamming of little metal doors. The engine roaring to life. And then the sound. The sound I haven't mentioned before because no one would believe it. I don't believe. I hear it every time and still I don't believe it. It is, I suppose, a direct. She noticed him sitting at another table no more than ten paces away. Her first thought was that he was beautiful, beautiful in a very male sense, his features conspired to create a picture of maleness that had all the attributes of Adonis. His dark hair, slightly silvered at the sides, was immaculately combed, cut into his nape. His suit was obviously expensive, well tailored and fit as it was designed, Paul Smith, she thought. Jean appraised him, judging his age to be around middle forties.. He’d looked at her pictures enough times, and her face was instantly recognizable. She was sitting at the bar dressed like a hooker.The men he was with noticed her first.“Hey,” said one, “would you get a load of what’s sitting at the bar?”“Holy shit – look at the hooters on that!”Jim had turned and there she was.“Guys, I know that woman. You don’t want to go there. Her husband could take any one of you apart,” Jim said.“Yeah, right.”“Trust me. I’m going over to say hello. I’ll catch up with you.