---"What the fuck, Daniel?" the tall blond woman said. She held the door open, turned and motioned to her husband. "Chris, come here, you have to see ...his!" She stepped back slowly and Daniel looked her up and down. "Beautiful as always, Wanda," he said. She was just under six feet and had a model's body packed into a skin-tight, metallic burgundy cocktail dress that barely covered her from nipples to crotch.Chris, a short, stocky man in an expensive black suit, came quickly to the door. He. I watched her carefully. Now, she started looking shy again. I thought it was seeming like she wasn't sure about what she should be doing next. I started thinking that we'd taken things as far as we should take them."Joyce, if you're getting nervous about this, we don't have to do anything. Maybe it would be better if we both slept on it. Don't you want to think about it some more? Why don't we wait until tomorrow?" It would be easier if you went in the bathroom for a minute, Kenny. It isn't. He pulled off the shorts, and got out of the car, provoking a few whistles from the onlookers. Karina took his arm and led him over to a large, burly man with a ragged grey beard. He was wearing a chequered beret, smoking a cigar. Impersonating a director, Tom thought. The man had seen too many old movies. He thought he was Orson Welles. The men who had been in the car trailing Karina had joined him — two burly men in dark suits. The kind of men you imagined with pistols in a shoulder holster. "That about sums it up for me... No, wait! Jennifer! Damn it! Be honest! I used to know! I used to know how to love. My family! My dear family! How did I ever allow myself to forget? How did I ever allow myself to hate?" There was a knock outside her open door. Jennifer gulped and looked at the clock. "11:30 AM! At least my lunch date is on time..." Come in!" she called out.A man walked in and smiled at her. Jennifer's internal reaction was totally unexpected. Her heart began to beat rapidly,.