On a day like today, she could see herself curled up in her armchair with a Kay Hooper mystery and a glass of wine. Too bad nobody else this morning f...lt that same way. The drizzle seemed to keep everyone inside.Erika was not what one would picture as a book dealer. Most pictured her as a quiet, librarian type with her hair up in a bun and an ugly pair of 1950's glasses. No, Erika could have been a model if she had so wished. At six-foot, her lithe figure was as sleek as a giraffe and her long,. Priscilla was tall, blonde, and beautiful, where Stephen was short, average looking, and pudgy. The two of them together looked as much a contradiction as Christie Brinkley looked with Billy Joel. Much like putting a 4-cylinder engine in a Chevrolet Corvette, the two didn’t go together. Fortunately for Stephen, Priscilla was a slow eater or none of this would have happened and his life may have taken a different course, at the very least, with a different woman. A girl who thought she was fat,. Without any one of us actually telling her anything”.And I thought; that's actually a good idea, and I turned around and then Cait's mom said “I haven't given you permission to tell her about you and me, you know. Not yet” and I said “I know” and I didn't really think much about the 'Not yet' part then.So I went to Cait's room and she was sitting on her bed clutching her pillow and I said “Are you crying?” and she said “No. I'm not 5 years old, you know” and I said “Sorry” and I sat down with. Would she? It was the only thing that made sense. Hurriedly, he followed one of the lesser used subterranean shafts. He cracked the hidden door just enough to get a good view. He was not prepared for what he saw. She was sitting on top of his master’s research, arching her back with her hands behind her, supporting herself on the monster’s thighs. Her head thrashed from side to side as she screamed in climatic ecstasy.Jealousy raced through his veins. Making love to her husband was one thing..