"I respected his decision." I mean, duh, no shit." I smiled, suddenly happy. She was going tounderstand. "Suicide bombers die for similar reasons."She...turned her face upward, red hair spilling over her shoulders. Hergaze looked feral. "Thats not what I meant." Oops, I thought. Wrong way to put it. " I mean, so many people want todie, and there's so many reasons. Dieing for a cause to make astatement, to attempt to atone, to right a wrong, believing that theycan never live the way they and their. He recognised Michele immediately and although he had notasked Michele anything about who she really was or why a transvestitewould want counterfeit identity documents; he knew that if SteveMarshall was after her she was in serious trouble."Who is she?" he asked.Steve stared at Harold for about thirty seconds, holding him in a steelygaze before taking a sip of his beer and answering."Doesn't matter mate; have you seen her?" Nah; nice looking woman though. Bit heavy on the makeup if you ask. He left a note telling me he was going fishing, so I guessed he would be here. I was becoming quite worried. His car is parked outside and the boat is gone. I thought he was on the lake and it's pretty late to be fishing. How did he wind up with you?" asked Olivia bluntly."It was getting dark and he was fishing by my house, so I invited him in for a late dinner, just to be neighborly," replied Janet with a straight face.I admired what Janet was trying to do for me. She had made the snap. He's done it for me before -- since he's the one that originally helped me pick out my sweet Hummer. He's always lusted after it and would drive it whenever I let him. (My family's rich, his is poor.) So Mark pulled up in his battered old pickup and there I am sitting in my "broken car" waiting. As he starts to get out of his truck I motion for him to wait. Standing up on the seat of my car he gets this great view of my naked body. Yeah I planned it that way. We were way out in hell-and-be-gone.