‘So you see, you really don’t have Camille. You may use her body to try to seduce a man, to bring him to ruin. But she is like any other woman: th...re is a part of her, the truest and sweetest, that you can never have.’ ‘I believe that if we show her love and respect, Camille will be the woman I’ve described. Yes, she will give some young man the pleasure of her body. But she will do much more. She will lift up his spirits with her words and her smile. She’ll warm and comfort him, take care of. //You shore do got purty lips, bo// Oh fuck you, brain, he told himself, shooting the stray thought down execution-style, rigidly turning his attention back to the convict, who, he was uncomfortable to note, was reciprocating the examination. At least it wasn’t a look of ruthless calculation, merely the curiosity of a man considering whether this kid his daughter’s seeing might be worth keeping around. Whatever horrific failings the man possessed that leading him to commit cold blooded murder,. I had another surprise for her. While that day was coming up, but not as fast as I would like, I put my second part of the plan into action. I had set about finding a call girl to enter into our plan. After looking at the ads in alt-weekly newspapers and online, I had a few calls that didn’t work out or didn’t believe what I was setting up. Then I found Veronica. She’s a brunette, sort of thick and curvy. In the photos she had online, she clearly had a body built for sex. I left her a voicemail. Each morning Tomyka would come to me, looking every bit the efficient assistant and lay out my schedule for the day. I was able to accomplish more than ever thanks to her organizational skills. I rewarded her handsomely for her efforts and even asked her to move into my home so she’d always be nearby when I needed her. I had bought a lot more house than I needed – a mansion on what can only be described as an estate several acres in size. My accountant told me it was a prudent move – either buy.