...she got killed by a drunk driver. She would have liked you and I want you to have them, at least until you get a fashion sense." "Oh my god, Steve,...I don't know what to say. You barely know me. I can't accept them." "C'mon, Randi. It's not like I'm gonna meet many 6' floaters who would wear a pink jumpsuit. I tried selling all her gear. The rig went quick, but her suit never sold. It's yours." "Well let me pay you for it." "No need. Buy me a ride if you want." "Deal." He handed me the suit. You got me. But I will be more careful." Mike really. You don't have to. I don't want you going out of your way for me. If you want to run around stark naked I'll just enjoy the show," she said."Something makes me think you are trying to be a super sophisticated Big City Girl yourself. I think it maybe shocked you a little more than you are willing to admit," I said."Nope." She stood up, turned around took two steps away and with great dignity dropped her robe to show she was wearing nothing. In fact, the first time she went there in answer to the ad for girls with acting experience the atmosphere of corruption and decadence, even evil, which pervaded the office and the enormous loft upstairs where most of the films were shot had perversely excited her. She had had it up to here with the neat orderly life at home in Maryland, her constantly complaining father and her sister June's prudish domineering ways, so she plunged enthusiastically into her new life as an actress in blue. "I… I really did like it." She spoke softly,leaving me with the impression that she wanted to say more. I waited patientlyand stroked her hair, allowing her all the time to think that she wanted. "Iliked everything… especially being tied up." She giggled at me, pressingher cheek to my chest. "I liked how you touched me and even how you punishedme. I liked not being able to decide if I felt good or not. It was very exciting." I listened to her, pleased that she liked whathad happened. She hadn't.