* The Peaceful Death: ‘Freddie’s dead.’ ‘What?’ ‘Freddie. He died. He’s dead.’ ‘You’re kidding. Freddie? Bostonfictionwriter? I ca...’t believe it.’ ‘Yes, believe it.’ ‘How? Was it during hot sex with two women?’ ‘No.’ ‘Was he trying to make a comeback in boxing and he died of a heart attack?’ ‘No.’ ‘Was he trying to save another baby, again, from a burning building?’ ‘No.’ ‘Did he finally agree to donate his brain to Harvard for medical research?’ ‘No.’ ‘How, then?’ ‘He was writing a story for. If he isn't busy writing you can tell him why you are in town and staying here with me. He'll laugh if you tell him I don't have time to entertain you. He knows me that well." Okay, but I'm writing something first. Get out of here so I can get started. I don't need you around to distract me."She was watching for me on my bicycle that evening and again I had a wonderful meal. "Okay Pamela, show me what you have written today?" I wondered if you would ask. When you first came in, you didn't seem. She even agreed to stand lookout. She knew you’d go for it, and thought I’d try it’ Breathing a sigh of relief, I slid the side door closed and went around to the driver’s side. ‘Well I guess I owe you one,’ I said nodding to Kathryn. ‘No prob. Watching you guys was much more fun!’ Kathryn laughed. ‘You were just supposed to stand lookout,’ Maria exclaimed almost in a panic. ‘Not watch!’ ‘Relax! Nobody was around. So I figured I would enjoy the show. Hot stuff you two!’ she said. Maria turned. “I liked your taste,” I said.“I still can’t believe you did that.”“Oh, I had a good time, too,” I said. “I plan on doing that again.”“Really?”“More than once,” I said.“I felt you,” he said.“Tell me about that.”“I felt like you were happy. Your colors were happy, too.”“I was. I enjoyed it.”“But you didn’t have an orgasm,” he said. “Those colors were missing.”“A girl can’t fake it with you,” I said.“Why would she want to?”“We might talk about that later. Right now, I want you to pull that wall in.