I could feel the stares on me as I walked around the huge campus. It turned me on so much knowing I was being checked out. I was always overlooked as ...he "nerdy type" in high school, so guys generally didn't give me a second glance. Classes flew by, and I was walking back to my dorm when I was tapped on the shoulder. I looked back to see a relatively tall, muscular brunette smiling at me. "Hey, I saw you in Spanish class and I felt like I definitely had to talk to you. This is kind of out of. "Well then, I suppose you could try running for it, see if you could get to South America or somewhere else that doesn't have an extradition treaty with the U.S." She just looked at him with a frown. Given how tightly controlled all forms of transportation were in the United States, especially international travel, the chances of that being successful were extremely slim. He knew this as well as she did."I think we can rule that out," she said. "Besides by doing this I'm already VISing myself. They looked like the same three men that had been carrying high powered rifles the other day, and he knew that Girl and he couldn’t outrun a bullet. If the men meant bad business, there was really nowhere to hide.It was obvious the men had seen them. They headed straight for the two of them. Clipper had dried his feet off and put his boots back on, and he motioned to Girl.“Let’s go meet them.” They headed down the mountain, Clipper holding his bow loosely in his hand, with his ten last arrows. There’s a character, Nellie Coyne, in Andrew Greeley’s novels that I associate with Murphy. The character is a hazel-eyed redhead, a woman with considerable command of presence who reeks of sexual power and chemistry. The Coyne character is unattainable, and Murphy nearly so depending on the whim of a husband who enjoys sharing her on occasion. She too, is a hazel-eyed redhead. In another reality Murphy might’ve been a nun for her avocation is one of self sacrifice, self-effacement and strict.