A very beautiful and slender blonde was walking down the alley. Yes, this part of the picture is not surprising. But with her by the hand was a tall a...d muscular black guy. Why is the picture unusual? Because it is almost impossible to meet a black person in these places. And I thought maybe some foreigners. The couple sat down nearby and opposite me on a bench. This sight aroused my great interest, because it is not some kind of charging cyclist or runner. I watched them. They were sitting and. ..When we first met, she had been in her last year of univeristy and during that time, she had been a part of the cheerleading squad. So why this outfit now? Was she meeting some old flame from those days perhaps? That would be pretty hot!Well, she finished getting ready. The old uniform, pumps with knee high socks, her hair done in bunches, plenty of makeup... the works. Soon after, the doorbell rang and she giggled excitedly, running over to whisper through the door to me."Now you be very. ''Tell them I'm asleep, tell them to go away,' I heard Mel'smuffled voice. God, I realised, she's in bed with a bloke!'She's still asleep,' the man returned to the telephone, voicestill thick with sleep.'Could you tell her it's Liz Grey?'He yawned and I heard him say, 'it's some chick called Liz.'There was a scrambling noise, fingers rasping on the 'phone.'Liz?' Mel's voice was breathless. 'Liz Grey?''Hello Mel,' I said.'Liz? It's you?''Yes, it's me.'I expected a barrage of questions or. (Jack had tried to tell his daughter that the prenuptial agreement didn’t allow for that kind of thing – he’d been guided by lust, but he wasn’t a total fool. He’d even shown her the document, but her deep fears couldn’t be eased by facts or rational arguments.)Alison sighed heavily at the mention of Gabrielle. She said to Jack, “Yes, that’s a whole nasty can of worms. I fear that by the time I convince her I’m not Gabrielle, she’ll be gone to college already.”Jack suggested, “Well, why don’t.