.. But not great looking...” She makes pistol-fingers toward our host, indicating that she thinks Jenna is a representative of what would be defined...as ‘great looking’ (and it’s hard to argue with her) – but she doesn’t pause, continuing with her story immediately. “I like it ... I liked it ... It’s nice to be popular. It’s nice to have options ... I can have, like, just about, any man I want – and I’ve had a lot of them!” She laughs, a little shame and a lot of happy memories. “But ... I’m. Holding hands like a couple of teenagers they hurried upstairs and she felt his hand caressing her buttocks as they ascended. Jane had opted for a pair of black skin tight ski pants and a thin feminine yellow top. She had checked herself in the hall mirror and wondered if the small camel toe she could see was going to be too much - nah she decided, 'if you've got it, flaunt it!'Turning her around at the foot of the bed to face him he took a pace back to admire her. Blushing, Jane twirled around. A lot of them, I was responsible for, but I wasn’t going to admit to, wasn’t I?But it is all good, since my father had taught me how to avoid the trouble. It is well known that I have a lot of girlfriends, all legal, and their disappearances could cause trouble. But I knew to make sure that they are also linked to plenty of people, and that girls who I don’t know but are linked to them disappeared as well. There simply was no proof, except for the speculation, but if girls I didn’t know. I briefly considered my children, but discounted them for totally different reasons; my youngest, Mark, was away at university, and if on the remote chance of catching him in a position to talk, he wouldn't see anything to concern me, let alone him. Part of me agreed with that, which would make it harder to convince him; after all, I still had my job, a superior whom I disliked had been removed, so I was better off.Too many moments though still upset me; my overreaction at the accident,.