When the woman came into thehouse, she was wearing clerical robes. She was about 25 or so, clearlyjust out of the seminary. She was rather plain looki...g, with light brownhair that hung down to chin level. She had a longish face, and aprominent chin. Her skin was nice though, and her dark brown eyes seemedfriendly. The robes concealed her figure, but she seemed thin, andprobably small-breasted. She was about Maria's height, 5'5".Her name was Helen McFarland."What a sweet little house," Helen. The truth was she now was making my life far more complicated than I wanted it, incessantly hoping to find more time to spend together while I was trying to make sense of the relationship with my girlfriend of several years.The beach was exactly how I remembered it. Low sand dunes about 90 feet to the water's edge where strolling couples look for shells and interesting rocks washed out by the sea. It's a nude beach long enough to provide privacy for those who prefer it. While I'm not totally. I just looked at it, this will never fit me. She is so skinny with a fat ass and big boobs. I was the opposite, so i thought. I tried them on and my boobs were almost to big and my under boob was showing. She looked at me and said we are going to a frat party. She curled my hair and did my make-up. I was so surprised I was actually really pretty. Before we left tonight at this party she said be my girlfriend if a weird guy tries to hit on me. I nodded and we went to the party. We were there for. ‘Oh Harold.’ * The trees clawed at the sky like a skeleton’s hands, they tore holes in the sunset until only the night remained. Half an hour later, as if overcome by the syrupy blackness, the crime-scene lights fizzed and went out. Constable Oakman swallowed hard, startled by his descent into impenetrable night. Slowly his eyes adjusted. He made out the grey and silver shapes of trees, the subtle brush-strokes of moonlight providing the only detail on a black canvas. Mark Oakman had checked.