”Michael noticed her when she first walked into the bar. A tall, voluptuous blonde with curves as twisting as a road, is not someone easily missed. ...e immediately wanted to vault from his stool to greet her, maybe even buy her a drink, but he thought better of it. Better to wait and see how she turns away the other men before approaching.Glancing at his watch, he decides it is time. He watched as she turned away man after man. Though he couldn’t hear the words each of them spoke, he saw. The bus screeched to a halt and he got out without speaking. The bus disappeared with a whoosh, a purple blur in the air. Harry looked up and down the street, it looked like any other village. It was empty this time of day, like a ghost town. Suited his mood perfectly. He looked forward, an derelict house, burnt and with the top floor blown off.But he knew what had stood there. He had seen it in his dreams. This was where it had happened. It just hadn’t happened to him.He stepped forward his. I really did nothave anything to say, but the same relaxed feeling came over me.The same feeling I had experienced the night before. "Turn and look at me," she said. Her voice was calm and very selfassured. I turned to look at her. My eyes traveled from her head to herfeet. She was wearing heavy make up that made her face look verycold and calculating. Her lips were a deep red that was accentuatedby a rather pale foundation. The contrast was striking, almost likea geisha, but there was enough. She grabbed one of Dawn's hands and pulled her toward the hallway."Come on," she panted. "Hurry." I'm comin'... I'm comin'..."In the bedroom, Laura tore off the bedspread and blanket and pulled Dawn down with her on the sheet. As usual, the sight of the crisp white sheet against Dawn's incredibly blue-black, silky smooth skin was almost enough to make her overflow with another surge of sexual rapture on the spot. They kissed and coiled together, now kissing slowly, not as urgently as before,.