But Brad, a forty-two-year-old professor, had that chance to see his twenty-seven-year-old wife perform at a convention last summer at an upscale hote... in Miami.Dawn wore an unusually revealing black dress that evening. It was shorter than anything Brad had ever seen her wear in public. Being that this was a formal dinner and dance with potential professional contacts, he was reluctant to have her wear it at first. But Dawn, who had a shapely but yet petite body, seemed to be comfortable and. .." she said. "And you know how he feels about you?" "Uh huh..." She nodded slowly. "Well, don't you think that's worth exploring?" I asked. "I guess," she agreed, "I mean, part of me wants to. A big part of me." "Then you should do it," I encouraged her. "Don't worry about trying to define it, just see where it goes. And if it doesn't work out, you know, I don't think the innies will kick you out of the club. But if you never give this a shot, you'll just wonder what could have been." . "A few seconds later, we were all 8 standing at Arly Torro's gate. A guard asked us, "What the hell do you want. You're not supposed to be able to transport here." Chalk it up to luck and let us in," I said."Not a chance! I'll lose my job if I do that! Now get out of here!"Such chatter doesn't impress me, but it does annoy me. I shot the guard with a 24-hour stun and asked Julia to open the gate for us. She cut off the lock, but the gate still wouldn't open, so she cut the main gate supports. I watched her. One hand on her hip, a fingertip on her lower lip, her eyes moving slowly from place to place. She belonged here. In a way, it was as if this house had been built for her, not my late friend. I wondered if she realized that yet.I sat propped up against the wall near the front entrance to the room. She moved as easily as a dancer on the new floor, her stocking feet gliding rather than stepping. She was completely oblivious to anything other than her thoughts. Travis sat on the.