But she had to decide. Would her life end like this, filled with pain at the hands of a madman? She had witnessed Ricardo’s version of true pain. Sh... had been forced to watch Britney die from it, and had stayed up withLynnthe night she was branded.Was it her turn now? She had tried so hard to be careful, but would she die now in a sporting goods store? Uno had promised her she would not be hurt, but Amber was dismayed to realize Ricardo could probably get away with her murder. Hernando didn’t. "That's about right. Let me get my hair right."She reached up and gathered her hair in her near hand. Her breasts rose again."Move a little so it's an exact profile. Good." She licked the fingers of her other hand, tweaked her nipples. They rose sharply. She looked at the camera."Take it."Alex took it.Heather went to the computer again. "What graphics program do you use?" Mostly Photoshop." Can you show me what you plan to do next?" She grabbed an extra chair and sat down next to the operator's. I had to brush off 2 other women before the one I wanted stepped to the car. She leaned in, a tit fell out of the halter top, and she started working John's groin through his pants. The first words out of her mouth were, "what do you 2 fucking horn dogs want?" I told her we wanted some pussy. So negotiations began. 2 things I was looking for before I set a deal. I wanted to make sure this was really a woman and I wanted to check if she was on the level or a cop.It was hard to concentrate with. Her shoulder-length hair was blonde, the result of her Ukrainian heritage. She was slender, with breasts that didn't so much call attention to themselves as they called attention to the entire package.It was only now, though, as she stood there, apparently waiting for someone — me? — that I could appreciate how well put together that package was. Even wrapped in a winter parka against the cold, even with a long beige skirt that almost completely hid her legs from sight, she took my breath.