Right now Miss Park lies dead in a Tokyo alley with a large pool of blood beneath her freshly killed corpse.The killer looked down at his victim. Miss...Park's eyes were still open as she died. He ran his hands over her face and closed them. He loved her sexy high heeled boots. Such a hot young girl but so much more beautiful in death. He was thankful he had the chance to end Miss Park's life. Aya Yokoyama was a successful and very beautiful 33 year old Hiroshima native. She was married and she. A figure blossomedfrom the fire, growing, tall, slender, womanly, not unlike the motherlyfigure that had comforted Paul earlier, but younger and prettier.The smoke receded into itself and left Jinn it its place, with a widemischievous grin.She bore wonderful golden jewelry, her hair was an intense purple color,her eyes were green as emeralds glistening under the stars. Under herwaist line that disappeared down into the lamp, she wore light veils. Shewas gorgeous.Jinn tensed her arms and. All her life she'd had someone else to rely on, someone to lean on whenever problems stood in her way. But this time it was different--there was no one there with a friendly shoulder to cry on.Daddy had always been around when she lived at home back in Indiana, and with three brothers, she had always been his special favorite. She'd always gone to him when Mother said no, and he'd never been able to turn her down. And even though they had never really been well off, she'd managed to have all. No, no, just wrap it up, I’ll reheat it when I get in. Sorry. Yes, I think I’ll be home before 9:00. Love you.’ I hung up the phone, relieved that I had a few more hours before I had to face him again. I heard a signal on my computer to alert me to an incoming Instant Message. I looked up at the IM Window on my screen. white_russian: Good evening, sweetheart! I knew you’d be in the office late. What are you doing? I froze. Oh my God. My fingers trembled as I typed my reply. HK74: Sasha, is.