.. You don't follow instructions very well do you?”Timothy was completely flustered at this point, rubbing the back of his head with one hand as Jes...ica crossed her arms below her breasts. She raised one eyebrow as her gaze turned haughty.“My apologies. I just... it's very nice to meet you, Jessica.”“The pleasure is all mine. You wouldn't happen to be the owner of this establishment, would you Tim?”“Why yes, I am” he said proudly, setting his hands on the counter-top and smiling back at his. Kevin turned the radio up as loud as he could, trying to keep thespeakers from buzzing and vibrating too much. Jay had brought hisFleetwood Mac CD, the group they all agreed was the only one worthlistening to. Dean chuckled, thinking that the most valuable part of thecar was the CD player, a two-year-old gift from Kevins sister Diana. Finally the trees started getting thicker along the sides of theroad. Stone walls trimmed the edges of patchwork fields, trying tocontain the overproducing, bushy. She was extraordinary, blonde hair entwinedinto a lazy French twist, dotted with babies’ breath,softly rounded curves shaped in a tight midnight bluesatin gown. It was her eyes that captured his fullattention. They were locked on his! He wondered for a moment if maybe they had met before,perhaps she knew his wife. No, he’d have rememberedher. The stare was broken as a waitress offered himchampagne. He accepted, took a sip, and turned back toher. She was closer now, easing her way. At eighteen she was broke; she had gone from the status of a rich woman to a poor beggar in less than an hour. Her home, car, clothes and jewelry had been taken, her credit cards voided. She was a lovely young widow with nothing but her beauty. But that, of course, was worth a lot to the right people.She had married Michael Sanderson, only son of Jefferson Samuelson the now-disgraced entrepreneur, about a year ago when she was seventeen and he was twenty-four. He and his handsome lover had.