It all started during one of Wilhelmina's daily excursions, as she was admiring still again the "Devil or Angel" tattoo displaced on the wall of Frank...s Tattoo Parlor. She passed the shop along the circuitous route she took to the gym and loved milling around the wickedly forbidden world inside. She'd wistfully dream about having that tattoo engraved on her shoulder while Frank, seedy as a pomegranate, ranted on about how he'd like to emblazon that tattoo on her ass. He was showing her still. They wanted to reach the camp quickly, while the sound would cover their rushed approach. By the time the sound had waned, and the normal night sounds started creeping back in, they were straddling the door on the crew bunkhouse. Kat signaled that she would go left, and let Bob take the right side. She mouthed a single word, "Alive" then gave a three-fingered count down. As her last finger dropped, Bob kicked the door right next to the latch, with his prosthetic leg.The door almost exploded off. I’m flattered!” She said, “I’m so glad! I got this e-mail from my assistant, Ronnie that just said I needed to contact her as soon as possible about a note she received from a fan. I called her up and she said, ‘He wrote you.’ I said, ‘Who wrote me?’ She said, ‘ Tyler .’ I said, ‘ Tyler who?’ She said, ‘ Tyler !’ I said, ‘No, it can’t be.’ She said, ‘If you don’t believe me, call or e-mail him – he mentioned that you graduated from U of M, that you spent the following summer vacationing with. I haven't 'been' with anyone since and probably never will be. I'm getting older now and as I age my prospects for grabbing a husband diminish. Is that why you brought me here? To rub salt in that wound?"My hand was shaking as I reached for my coffee. I was approaching the point of no return and I knew it. It was thrilling but terrifying. Intoxicating. I shook my head and replied, "No, I brought you here for a chance to get even with me."She had brought her coffee cup to her lips and stopped..