I know it’s not possible, but at least I can see you naked for few seconds," he replied, winking at me. "Shut up!" I punched his shoulder. " Pleeeea...sseee," he stretched the word until he finally managed to convince me. "Ok...ok." I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and slowly lifted it up. The closer I came to exposing my breasts, the larger his eyes became. Pulling the blouse over my head, I looked at Jake. There was a wide smile on his face and his eyes weren't moving at all. I took my time. Perhaps your friend Mr. Nolan could help there." Yes, he certainly might know something," Beall replied, puffing deeply on his glowing bowlful. "He might."They sat looking at each other briefly, and then Beall blew some smoke toward the ceiling and asked, "Did you examine Miss Miller's body closely or did a local doctor perhaps?" Yes, I did. Her throat had been cut, the jugular, probably from behind, and I'm sure she was dead before her arm was cut off. There were no signs of struggle, of. Sheets went into the dryer; the champagne went into the fridge and I went into the shower. Squeaky clean, I dressed, then pulled warm sheets out of the dryer and made the bed. The orchids were already doing their job and the room smelled good. I checked myself in the mirror and held a tie up to my shirt. Too much? Too uncomfortable. I did put on a nice dress watch. I double-checked the room to see what I was missing, and decided to grab some clean towels from the hall closet. Clean is good.. By now it was late September.As neighbors we were not too close, they had been a young couple and none of the ages for our two families had meshed. I had helped carry her husband out for her a week ago. She was there to tell us that the news said there didn't appear to be any men left and she asked if I could come over to her house and give her a hand with something.I told Sandy to keep the house locked and Mrs. Owens and I walked over from the back yard so I could keep a low profile.Once.