She look like one of those Cosmopolitan chicks."Laura smiled and blushed. She was very attracted to Charise, and of course she would have liked to scr...tch Jane's eyes out. As well as fuck her brains out."Thank you," Laura said, still blushing, flirting very obviously with Charise, even though the girl was scarcely sixteen.Jane jabbed her friend in the ribs with an elbow. "See, Laura's looking at you like she looked at me. She and I did the Big Thing too. Didn't we, Laura."Now Laura blushed. I want to know why you didn't report Wanda missing to the police?" Wanda and I came from Poland with the help of friends. We had to get out of Poland. It was too dangerous to stay. I really can't tell you if we have all the right papers or not. I don't think so. Our sponsors might have taken a few liberties with the immigration rules. So, as you can see, I can't talk to the police." So, you're an illegal." You catch on quick, Bradley. I needed help finding Wanda without getting the police. The amount doesn’t matter. For Marx I have too much, for myself I have enough. Even my father is impressed, and perhaps a little afraid of me. And beautiful women do serve. The first image arrived in midafternoon at my Los Angeles home high up on the Palos Verdes Peninsula about ten miles south of the airport and the offices I maintain at Century City. I happened to be there at the time and noticed the incoming Email. The woman had a good body, but it was the very ambiguity of the image that. Her wealthy but middle-aged lips were onlyan inch from my young but poor ones. Her breath was on myface, her perfume in my nostrils.“What do you mean?” I asked.“Let them have their fun.” She continued, “It’s not sucha big thing, really.”“What you mean, Charlene? What’s going on?”“You’re such a sweet boy, Michael. Young girls like Genieare always falling for Stanley. Don’t feel bad about it.”And her lips closed.