I took the oldest one, dated 1935, and went back to the stairwell for lunch. Sitting on the metal stairs was uncomfortable, but it beat eating dust. I...quickly taped a plastic sheet over the door to stop any drafts and then took my break.Reading the book while I ate, I felt like I was intruding on another world. The book was the diary of a Dr. Louis Brantwell, a research scientist from Europe. Skipping through entries, I found where he started the diary on the ship while coming over to America.. So, who was it that met her unfortunate end here?’ I asked, though I recognized the woman. ‘Trish Donolan.’ said Detective Diana Torres, who had been looking around the kitchenette while her partner Martin Nash interviewed women in the main room. ‘Forty-six years old, married to Donovan Donolan, who goes by ‘Mr. Donolan’, but his apparently few friends call him ‘Donovan’-‘ ‘Is that an assumption, or do you have data, Miss Torres?’ I asked. ‘Data, sir.’ said Torres, grinning. ‘I wouldn’t risk. She was too shocked to move and offered no resistances at all. I folded the upper part of her sarong down to her hips and she noticed that her small bikini top was still askew from my groping hands moments ago. She feels my fingers loosen the thin straps to her top and it fell into her lap. Jana's mind was going haywire; I was actually going to do this!" I see your breasts are very brown, you sunbathe topless? Or maybe you like to sunbathe in the nude, as Mother Nature intended?" I cup her. " You're kidding!" Nope. Those two women are absolutely over the moon about the pictures. I think they must have called everyone they know and had them over to see the photos." Even the naked ones?" Especially the naked ones." Rule Five [they can always surprise you]! Was anything he assumed about women ever right? "Sure you don't want to quit basketball and do shoots every night?" Teri teased."Well, I did think they were pretty good," Cal admitted."I looked at them before I dropped them off..