I was angry, terribly angry, cursing him out on the phone long-distance in an argument I could ill-afford. And so I devoted myself to the man I’d ev...ntually marry, and separate from this year, and he married the woman he’d lived with for years. We kept on being friends. I became friends with his wife. He and my husband were never close, though, I always suspected that Steve sensed the muted sparks between me and Buddy. So when she dumped him this year, here we were. Again. Single. Back to. Lynn was at the hotel at precisely eight. The night-shift desk clerk was a Hawaiian as fat as the woman who had been there that morning. He leered at her as she started up the stairs and called her over to the desk. "You the boss' new redhead, hunh?" he inquired, licking his thick lips and grinning knowingly. "You some doll. Maybeso when Tony get tired of you, you come see Buster," he said. "That's me, Buster Kahane."Lynn smiled at him. "Maybeso, Buster," she said and went on up the stairs. She. The Loan belonged was one Allison Walker. The bio was a bit sketchy, but that happens. I got the bracelet frequency, and switched on the homer. I wandered out to my car and changed the signage that I use on collection jobs. Jumped in and took a drive. Nice neighborhood Allison lived in. I parked down the street and waited to get a feel for the area. I kept my clip board out and read her file:Allison Theresa Walker, 29 years old, born August 22, 2034, in Wilmington Del. White, Blond hair, Green. I am the queen of BBQ, will eat and get drunk like there's no tomorrow.Her scratched leather boots made a distinct clicking sound while we were walking around Pigly Wigly. But that was not the reason why men were staring at us. Her big breasts and no bra made several men dream of a better tomorrow. That thought brought another for company. While Sarah was bending over to pickup to BBQ sauce I saw more than her white cotton underwear. There were hairs, sticking out of her crotch ever so.