I continued tothe sidewalk in front of the building and was then awash in bright neonlight which gave me no place to hide now. I clutched my purse and...ontinued on to the front door where I met a large guy in a suit whoturned out to be the door man. "Good evening ma'am!" He said as heswung the door open for me. I smiled silently and then entered thecrowded bar with my heart in my throat.I could feel my heels clicking with my short mincing steps and feel thegarters on the stockings pulling as I. She pulled the curtain partially closed and dimmed the lights in the house before retiring to our bedroom, a glass of wine in her hand. Flicking on the laptop she logged into a chat room as her usual ‘Busty Blonde UK’. Almost immediately boxes started to flash up on the screen as a selection of visitors to the room attempted to get her attention with such classic lines as; ‘Where in the UK?’ ‘Want me to help you undress?’ ‘How gig are your tits?’ ‘You like black meat?’ Smiling she ignored. ”“Why is Brad wearing his No 1 uniform for some military reception?” I wondered out aloud. “Why did somebody keep him tied up for at least a couple of weeks while held for ransom and then” very quietly, “kill him by drowning?” Then I spoke more normally, “Why did the police attempt to cover up the evidence of the drowning? Are they sharing in the ransom money? And why just £30,000? They could’ve held out for a whole lot more, he’s not only a popular film star, but the wealthy studio owner’s. Ha, of course they were interested!Jack and I took my car on our Friday date, and that was the first time we went to a make-out spot. We both were very nervous on that date because we were not sure what one was supposed to do on such a date. Well, nature took over, and we were making out like any other high school students might do. The difference was that we did not remove our clothes. We were not ready to go that far, yet.That night, Jack announced that he had been able to rearrange his work.