"Great, Jadia," I answered, placing my hands on the chair across from her. "I'm just hoping to meet the woman of my dreams soon as well. You never kno... when she might come over." True, and do you not have kids?" she pondered before taking a drink."Correct, and you?" No, but I'm open to someone putting a bun in my oven sometime. It is quite difficult to distinguish the guys I'd like to start a family with and the ones I'd probably be better off getting into bed with once. Are you surprised with. I wanted to be flirty, but not too slutty. Not yet anyway. I sat at Ellie's makeup table and took my time making my face as pretty and girly as possible with sexy, smoky eyes, and light colored lipstick. Then, I put on a long blonde wig and sprayed myself with Ellie's perfume. My five-inch high heels were the last touch, and I was ready for company. I sipped a martini waiting for Ken to arrive. I was nervous, and when the doorbell finally rang my heart jumped. It was racing as I. He nodded brusquely at the coroner who lifted the corner of the sheet just enough to show the once beautiful face and coppery hair now frozen in horror and pain, rain-wet hair the color of dried blood. So much blood in the alley told them that she was dead only a few hours, since the rain had come with sunset and dawn hours away. He lifted the sheet farther and saw the raw meat mess the killer left of his sister, only leaving the face and neck unmarked. It was a scene he had seen twice in the. She opened the door just enough to slip back into the room and quietly closed the door behind her. Once the door was secured, she waited another minute to make sure no new alarms might have been tripped. She berated herself for being so careless the first time she entered the room. 'You are getting sloppy girl, what the hell were you thinking, you weren't, that's what.' She thought to herself.Looking down at the floor now, she looked for any sign of trips or traps. Not seeing anything, she.