"She wants to meet me in person." Where does she live?" Ben asked."Brookline." Mass?" Ben asked. She nodded. "It's a suburb of Boston." I told her I c...uldn't afford to travel. She said she'd get the publisher to pay my way." Brittney," Ben said, "Molly and I can forward you the funds to buy your plane ticket." I couldn't..." It's a loan, not a handout. Companies find it easier to reimburse an expense account than to process an advance." Ben's right," Molly added. "We'd be happy to help you.". The pouting lips of her cunt showed, all else was concealed. She smiled up at the mirror, and a pretty little blue-eyed blonde smiled back, a pink- skinned blonde with the bare pussy of a little girl, but with the tits and flaring hips of a woman."I like it, Tommy," she said. "I like the way you made me look. Still want to eat me?" Yeah, but let's try a different position. Let's try it with you kneeling over my face," he suggested.With Tommy lying on his back, she got on her knees and spread. "My friend said you were special," Jack said.Nicole smiled."Did your friend say anything else about me?" she asked."No," Jack said, a little puzzled. "Should he have?"Nicole turned away and carefully took off her sunglasses. "Please excuse me Mr Newman. I'm afraid this will be quite a shock to you."Shock? What was she talking ... then Nicole turned back to him and Jack fell back in horror.She had no eyes. Where were her eyes? Jack stared into two empty black pools. It was like looking through. Her eyes narrowed. Politely but with chilly overtones, Florence asked him who he was. Sebastien blanched. Did she really ask him that? Everybody in town knew who he was. The grandson of the town’s mayor. The one whose parents were big-shots not only in Haiti but in the United States as well. The one with the weird accent in his strange Creole. Sebastien prudently introduced himself. Florence smiled at him, but he saw in her eyes that she wasn’t impressed. She shook his hand, and then went back.