“There’s a married woman in the next building that likes younger men. She’s taught me a lot. I gather I’m far from her first student.”“Are...you still getting naked with her?”“Only about once a week now. She has a new student too. By the way, I asked you a question.”She thought for a moment, “Oh, yeah. I’ve missed you a lot and wished Jed weren’t so possessive. It’s important that you know I don’t love him. I’d never have asked you today if I did. When I met him I was all out of money and he had. The door closes behind me, and when I turn quickly to look at it, a person slips behind me. I gasp, I take a step back while I observe the woman who has just appeared: tall, thin, with an extremely pale complexion and raven black hair, she seems to have defined shapes, under a long black dress with a high collar."You must be Eric, right? I've been waiting for you. They told me you're here to go through the Silver Door ... follow me."The voice is dark, sweet but grim, as he turns, as if it were. Unlike myself, in asking a girl for a dance, he could not bear being refused. With that first hurdle cleared by me as his wingman, Josef switched quickly with the newly met girls into, what I thought, was physically intrusive behaviour. He stood close, sat close, found opportunities for the purely accidental touch. He would embrace girls as tightly as the steps allowed in dancing, and his hands would wander. Josef's approach was to invade a girl's private space quickly and to assume, thereby, a. Rod shut the cruiser’s engine off, got out, and started toward the small house. Inside the house, Nancy Burke was just about to start doing laundry. She was married, but had no children. She was tall, about five-ten, full-bodied, and had close-cropped flaming red hair. Her breasts were quite large, and pushed out against the pale blue shirt she wore, along with a khaki A-line skirt. She heard a knock on her door and went to answer it. When she opened the front door and saw the tall police.