The fact that half the buttons on the blouse were open was merely a distraction. Danny knew that if you blew the picture up big enough you could make ...ut the pink of her nipple through both the bra and the blouse. How did he know, because he had done it.There was one picture missing from the table, the picture of Miss Annabel Trimbell, his favourite teacher. Miss Trimbell had a body to die for though the rest of her was fairly ordinary. It was the way she'd posed that struck Danny as so sexy.. She took the thermometer out of my mouth and shook her head."I was afraid of that. With your tonsil situation, I can't get a good read off of this thermometer. Sorry, Kiddo, I'm gonna have to take it the other way." The other way, Jennifer?" Yep. In your bottom. Lucky I brought a rectal thermometer along. Turn over, sweetheart."I turned over, though I sure didn't like the sound of that. Jennifer untied the lower string on my gown and spread it out, leaving my butt out in the breeze. Then she. And so all too many of them are ready and willing to fall for the blandishments of Marvin Carlyle's smile, soft whisper and occasional complimentary leer — if she's got the body to justify a leer. Carol — do you remember her from the first paragraph — was one of the divorced ones; her son was about eleven or so. More about him later; no, don't worry; he's not involved in any of the sex. Not directly, anyway. I met Carol after she had made a sale; I've been taught to always encourage the sales. “I’d like the man to have a proper burial. He was a true warrior.”“What was his name?”“Don’t know, don’t want to know. Killing people is difficult enough. If you know their name, if they have wives and children, it just makes it harder. Better not to know. I asked a man at the inn to find an undertaker. He’ll know where he is. Just tell me how much, and I’ll settle up with you. We have their things here.”The two boys brought the baggage in. Donald paid them.“I also promised these two a feed..