Maybe she was, her skin color was like coffee with a lot of cream in it, you know?” Mooky snapped his fingers. “I just remembered, she was wearing...like a small backpack type thing and she never took it off; even when she was dancin’.”DeFranco finished making notes and handed Mooky a card. “If you see her or can think of anything else, call me.” She and Garcia turned and left the bar.As the detectives got into their car, with Garcia driving, DeFranco said, “There’s your killer Matt, sure as the. Thankfully, she didn’t start kissing me again. Well, at least not on my lips. Rather, she went to my neck and shoulders, kissing and biting very gently. I let out an approving moan and she continued downward. When she reached my chest, she got off me to allow her to move further down. Down my chest she went, past my ribs where my heart pounded like a piston in a Formula 1 car, where my diaphragm frantically pumped in and out to supply me with precious air. At this point, though, I felt like I. Candy and I have known each other since she joined the company about five years ago. I’m the director of human resources and know, or have at least met, all the employees. Candy and I rotate in different circles, but know each other. How can I describe her? Tall? Definitely, probably five foot ten at least. Slim? Yeah, but with curves in strategic alignment. A walking wet dream. Stylish? Like a model, correct to the last detail. Beautiful? Out of my league, way out. Blonde? No way, raven. Some small gold earrings and some properly applied makeup and I was set.If this outfit didn't give my brother wet dreams, I was going to be very disappointed. I knew exactly how I looked and I'd spent my entire adult life perfecting it, which was something people tended to forget. With the exception of a very lucky few, looking beautiful is a lot of hard work for a woman. It was how I made my living and I put no less time, effort, and thought into it than anyone else puts into their own.