God, I'd missed that smile. Carol brought me my drink, kissed me deeply, and sat down by Marilyn. I reached for the Rolaids again."I know what's eatin... you, Jim, and we've got to talk about it. I'm afraid it'll kill you," Carol said. "I love you. I love you with all my heart. I've loved you since that first date the first weekend of my freshman year." I know," I replied. "And I love you, too. I always have." I've never doubted that for an instant, but I know you better than anyone knows you. I. Trust me or not I am still a single and virgin guy. I hope you all read my previous stories. Thank you for all your support and messages. But my serious apologies, because I am not going to continue the story until you all want it.Those stories are of the past. I want to write a present timeline, if you all want me to continue those stories, tell me, I will write it. Once again I am telling this, all my stories are fake, not real except me and the fantasy. I am kind of bisexual, I like. Also, some sheer stockings and garter belts. She had some misgivings about the shoot, but I reassured her again. We arrived at Kims studio, and Gail answered the door, escorting us in, seating us and soon Kim appeared. She sorted through the clothing that we brought, and nodded approval, especially at our lingerie choices. Then Kim introduced us to another female assistant, and also a male helper. Kim said the two women would pose Linda, and the man, Karl, would help with the lighting and some. “I’ve a mind to it sometimes.” “Tired of the office jokes I bet. Little Indian girl from the rez keeps eluding the Deputy. Must be tough.“ “It can be,” he said. “How?” she asked. She already knew. Wanted to hear it, anything to keep her mind off that guitar. “The Blues. Jazz. Heard it on the radio one day. Familiar names. All mismatched.” She smiled. “Took awhile to track everything. Nothing hit. Then some hillbilly calls in about a woman involved in a bank robbery. He had a distinguishing mark.