"Is it burning your fingers?" she puffed, still feeling the effects of the tiny morsel she'd eaten. "Not really," I replied, wincing. "The chemical j...st fools the nerve endings into thinking it's burning - really effectively in this case." Our eyes fixed as she slid her delicate hand over mine and brought it to her lips. She softly patted kisses on my tingling fingertips. Her warm breath ran over the back of my hand. I placed the knife down and turned towards her - mesmerised by her light. Another memory. A real one, based on flesh and blood. ‘It’s good to finally see you too, Kyle!’ she answered, to pass the time, and regain her composure. ‘I’m sorry I was late. The cab driver took a wrong turn and we got stuck in traffic. Thank you for waiting!’ His smile was doing things to her insides that should be illegal in every state. ‘It’s all right. I understand! Lunch time traffic is a killer!’ She strangled out a laugh, and Kyle watched her face, knowing the effect their meeting. “The U.S. Attorney General gave me two different figures for the land,” he said. “He says that, if you agree to work full-time for any federal law enforcement agency, the land is yours for ten million dollars. He doesn’t even need a signed agreement. He says your word is good.”“Ha, ha, ha,” I replied dryly.“I’m serious,” he replied. “I admit that I thought the AG was kidding, too. He wasn’t. He claims that he’s followed your career since you stood up to Senator Ludmill. When the first news. Instead, she was given good advice about how to take care of her health, avoid pregnancy and a help-line number if she needed to talk further.The phone rang again and Linda answered. “Yes, she’s working tonight, would you like to see her again? … usual address? … OK, half an hour”. Linda hung up.“It’s that guy at 22, River Street”, Linda said to Yee Long.“Great, I like him”. She turned to Anastasia. “He’s 76 years old but works out at gym and takes lots of Viagra. He always gives me good.