The dark night is brought to a hault by my porch lights, searching my bag for house keys. Pushing them into the door and turning the small golden key,...pushing it open setting my work bag down before walking into the kitchen for a beer. Twisting the cap off and finding my spot on the couch, Flipping through Tv channels. Checking my watch, " 5:00PM" I huff, hearing my stomach growl. Ignoring it, I take a sip of my beer. Settling on the Sports channel, which isn't typical. Due to it's beach volley. You know at that time I really should have walked away, but thoughts of shagging that beautiful wife of his every night instead of just now and again got the better of my judgement. And, okay, maybe his cash had a hand in things. I hunted around the Lambeth area, but I couldn’t find anyone who ever claimed to have known the guy, or any of his relatives. I’d managed to take a snapshot of Dave Laurence — he seemed to shun overt publicity, his books only ever carrying a silhouette of him on their. How had he ever sunk to this? It started when he looked at a photo of her, taken a few years ago. He found himself fantasizing about her in the nude. He scanned the photo into his computer, then meticulously used the graphics editor to undress her and embellish her nudity. He and Francesca hardly knew each other. She was a mother of a young child, and had to make do with a part-time job, and what little help she got from a ne'er-do-well abusive husband. He had been in and out of the state for. Now you get to film me trying for my first sale. I loaded a single bottle into my Toyota. I drove, with Jeff in the car, to the biker bar where Monk said he would meet me. I didn't bother to change, I just went with my ass pretty much covered and my boobs just barely covered all of me sweaty as hell. Hell I knew I was using sex to sell, but all the big ligit companies did it.I met monk inside. "Hey babe, you got the shit," He asked."Oh yeah, I got the shit," I laughed."Let me get Jess over.".