’ ‘Pish posh.’ ‘Haven’t heard that in a while. Now, come on. It’s a long drive.’ ‘You just had to peak my interest. Can I wear sandals...’ ‘Sure. Your toenails are a bit too cute to cover up.’ The fact was, he could barely keep his eyes, or hands, off Gin. It wasn’t just her toenails. The tussled state of her hair, the slightly smudged eye-makeup, the skimpy clothing even though she’d traded the shorts for jeans… she was breathtaking. Maybe she’ll let me mess her up a little more when we get. Both Cilia and Tarrin, completely exhausted, collapsed onto the bed and cuddled together. Once again, the night air was silent. But this silence was born not of the contentment that had spawned the previous quiet. The silence that ensued was expectation. The night air filled with silent malice. Fury burned and roiled in the night air. Death was approaching. Both Tarrin and Cilia heard the flames before they saw them. The soft crackling and singeing of wood quickly turned into a roar of flame.. He rushed over to his desk, taking what few possessions he had and placing them in his briefcase. He began to mutter to himself while he cleaned out his drawers and got so loud at one point that Janice poked her head in. ‘Sir?’ She asked timidly. ‘Janice!’ He shouted joyfully, seemingly noticing her for the first time. ‘Janice, my dear, I quit!’ Smiling goofily he did a little jig and began to sing an old Jimmy Buffet song. ‘Sir, are you okay? Do you want me to call someone?’ Janice had real. David took a knife from the drawer and slid the blade into the envelopeflap and neatly cut it open.A single sheet of paper, followed by a photograph, fell onto the tableas he shook the envelope. David picked up the photo and stared at it inawe, his facial expressions shifted from inquisitiveness, torecognition, to surprise, and then horror. His hand shook as he staredat picture. It was explicit. It was pornographic. It was a prettyyoung woman lying on a bed fully clothed but with her skirt.