"Alone tonight?"Rebecca sighed. "Yeah..." Tell you what, kiddo, let's see a movie. I hear McMenamins is playing some good stuff this week." What's pla...ing?" Who cares? Cocktails are a buck-fifty tonight, and we can avail ourselves of the generosity of strange men if we decide to be cheap."She laughed heartily at this. "You're on, Olivia. You're on."This was really the wrong movie to have chosen, 'Becca thought.Olivia didn't seem to think so, though. She was in rapt attention as Gina Gershon did. . The featured guest that evening was Jessica Simpson, and we wrote a comedy segment starring her. It was too long to be called a skit, and too short to be called a play, and it featured the curvaceous blonde singer as a private investigator named Sexy Jimpson. Her first name was short for Sexica. As you could probably infer from the name of her character and Jessica’s status as a world-class hotty, she used her sex appeal to bring the comically inept villain to justice. However, she also used. He told Al-Mansur that he wouldcall him back and relaxed on the bed, enjoying my ministrations. I soon had amouthful of his essence, and savored it as it would be the last time I couldtaste him. After his orgasm Paul lied back on the bed, looking at thesun streaming through the open window, and said nothing. I was much more forwardthen, so I asked him not if, but when would he send me to Al-Mansur. To mysurprise he answered that he could not send me to Al-Mansur because he wouldprobably kill me. “Uh, can I sit there?” I pointed to the spot next to her on the planter. She lowered her gaze again, and nodded, scooting to one side and hunching her shoulders. We sat for several moments, munching our lunch, be- fore I spoke. “So, I think we’re in Mr. Hardy’s math class to- gether,” I said. She nodded again, quickly, never looking up. “Yeah. So, anyway, did you understand that stuff to- day about cross multiplying ratios?” I had.