I asked about her husband, she said that would not mind me taking her for the movie.We decided to go for the matinee show, which was at 4 pm and I tol... her to be ready. Until this time, I had no bad intention at all.Around 2.45 I went to her house. The door was shut but not latched. I slowly pushed it and looked for her, without making any sound. I was about to reach her bedroom, the door was open and she was dressing.Her back was towards me and she was removing the towel wrapped around her. "Wow," Lenny whispered, as we walked away. "You almost messed that up." I know," I replied.We walked around for over an hour, stopped to get some Pizza at arestaurant, I didn't eat any, and a short while later, Lenny hailed a cab,and was pushed me into the back seat.He gave the driver my address and handed over some cash before turningback to me."Go home Amelia," he said, "Get some sleep. I'll see you sometimetomorrow." Okay," I muttered. "Goodnight Len" I started to say as the cab took off.I. Morrison let Vixen go early and the girl got her Mustang out on the Jersey Turnpike by three o'clock and was at the wide portal of Wilkins' New York hotel parking garage by four-thirty. The device he had given her along with an Easy Pass sensor opened the big doors and she glided in, parked, and went up to the fifty-first floor and Wilkins' suite of rooms overlooking the West Side and a bit of the Park.The big man kissed her, took her by the hand and led her back out to the elevator bank and. Carl tried to shift his bulky body into a roadblock position, but the lean stranger was past him before he had hardly started to move. "Hello," Shelly replied. "Have we met?" "Yes," he smiled. "Right now." *Well,* she mused again, *he's certainly confident.* "I'm John Snyder," the man said, an almost-courtly bow showing in the merest hint of head movement. "I'm Shelly . . . Shelly Montrose, um, Applegate," she stammered. "Montrose-um-Applegate," he chuckled. "Is.