" Wouldn't you rather have Michael? He's much more your size." Her maid was a broad-beamed blonde I was eager to mount, much more my style."No," she s...id. "But I don't see how you could possible get this into me." I'll show you," I said, hooking an arm under one leg and rising to kneel before her sopping groin with its small mat of curly hair and pinkly quivering lips. I lifted the other leg onto my thigh, came forward on my knees and pushed the head of my jumping spear into her trembling slit. "and I'll go across the street to get you some." pointingto a drugstore across the street. "Thanks." she said, as he helped her to the bench. Still carrying her purse, he crossed the street and entered the store. Nosooner than he had entered the stored, than he opened her purse and began rummagingthrough it. He found what he was looking for quickly, and pulled her driver'slicense out from her purse. It confirmed her lies to him. Her real name wasMarie, she was 33, not 24 as she had told him,. She picked upthe chair from the wreckage on the floor, positioned it opposite andsat down. "Do you want to tell me about it?" Richard, staring at hisknees, shook his head. "Well, I'll start then. I didn't know about her,about you, until after you left my room. I only drew the image of youas a woman, because on all the occasions I have tried to draw you,there was a distinctly, um, feminine appearance to my drawing. Yourcryptic message confused me and it was only when I looked at thedrawing again. He found himself glancing at the watch on his arm. For all his money, the watch was the one thing he valued most, and it had been a gift.He glanced at the flat-screen display to see who was singing about 'California Dreaming.' When he looked up, he spotted a car on the shoulder of the road with blinking lights and a raised hood.He braked to disengage the cruise control and signaled that he was pulling over. He stopped short of the old Chevy hatchback and turned his hazard lights on.The driver,.