I had light brown hair tending towards blond, which hung most of the way down my back, and the most intense blue eyes I have ever seen. I was, in shor..., beyond cute heading towards borderline adorable.This was all well and good, except that I am in reality an overweight mid-40ish male, not particularly attractive, with little hair of any color to speak of. I do have rather intense blue eyes, but no one can tell, since my ever-present glasses destroy most of the effect.Except that, this time, I. If she could pick up another $300 or so, and meet with Eric again two nights later, she would be rich.She met Hank at the local mall, in front of the cinema. He was as his picture indicated, just under six feet, brown wavy hair and ruggedly good-looking features.He seemed a perfect gentleman, talking pleasantly about music, recent films he'd seen and his plans to become an architect someday. He was inquiring about Alena's background when they reached his car."Like, don't talk..." Alena said. What was that phrase that was so over-used? Deer in the headlights? Yeah, that was it. That was exactly it. Fear mixed with alarm.Why? Why would she react that way? And then ... in the middle of the night ... I had a moment of clarity. Andrea was frightened of what Janice might say. Why? Because she was one of Barry's conquests? Did Janice know that Andrea was with Barry? She couldn't be sure, and that was where the fear came from. Was there another possible reason? I couldn't think of one.My. He was finished with his training and told me he was going to the war. I had dinner with him and then as we waited for a cab he leaned into me and said,"I want you, Susan."I looked into his eyes and I knew what he said was true. He stared into my eyes and my heart began to pound. He brought his hand to my face and caressed my cheek. He leaned in ever so slowly until our lips touched and then gently pressed together. Then he pulled away and led me over to a crevace between two buildings. There.