"You... know that this... this can't continue. We agreed on that." You agreed on that!" Sally whispered through her quiet sobs."I just can't risk my r...putation. It's not just me that I have to think about. It's about my husband and our families. What about your family and friends?" Sam pulled Sally until she was in her arms. She turned her tear-streaked face up and said, "I do love you but we have more than ourselves to think about." She gently kissed her lips.Sally loved the "I do love you,". She turned her attention to the fence itself and a small dark patchcaught her attention, she put on a pair of reading glasses and peered atthe spot sniffing at it, and finally touching it and tasting herfingertip with the tip of her tongue. A twinkle appeared in her eyes."Got you now, you poor poor thing." She went into the house returningwith a knife and proceeded to scrape the dried blood into a smallplastic bag. An evil smile on her face.Returning to the house she entered her bedroom and. I drove to the bar and said hello to some people as I sat waiting to see if Ray would show.Twenty minutes later he arrived, dressed in jeans and a tee shirt that said something about golf. Sitting next to me, he ordered scotch and another of what I was drinking. We drank and, during the small talk, he said he was a patent lawyer and divorced. I tried to look at his bulge but it was well hidden. I said, “Well, your bulge isn't so bad in jeans.”He laughed and said, “You’ve looked, haven’t. They played on the resemblance as a security measure. The hair is almost dead on the same. Check every pic we have on Schwartz as an adult. Her hair is up.The whole thing of red lipstick on red flesh is confirmed. Schwartz pulled the necessary image from an auto-digital camera. I have two shots. You have seen one—the cover of that catalog. The other is the long shot it was taken from, with some muscle types blurred out. Finding the cover shot in this wide field takes skill. Evidently it has.