I was keen as I hadn't had many other good replies and I had a holiday up so I thought why not.She then started sending pretty inviting messages to me...saying shed done a lot of this even with a couple of other men and that maybe if the chemistry was there we could do erotic poses. I thought about this and kind of thought it wouldn't be possible since her husband was there watching. I thought lets just go get some nude photos, explore my exhibitionism side then come home. After all I hadn't done. I watched the snake eat a cute blonde, then took pity on my sister. I clicked off the TV and looked at her.Traci took a breath. "I think it's time to talk to Peter." Okay." He doesn't want to talk to me." She took another deep breath. "You said..."I remembered our talk when I'd said that when she was ready, I'd make sure that Peter would be there. "I'll see what I can do."Reluctantly I got out of the chair where I'd planned to spend my afternoon.It took a couple minutes to walk to Peter's. "K took a deep breath. When she spoke her voice was even and her tone,cold. "I gave him the job anyway."He was killed within the month."***Yeah, you can imagine that what she'd said preoccupied me for a while,until finally I pushed my rambling thoughts aside for laterconsideration. I'd been staring blankly through the window long enoughfor the sky to turn one of those deep blues against which pink-tintedclouds scurried; and then darken and fade into night. Stars lit up andthe fingernail-sliver. I walked around with a soppy grin on my face. I was in love with a beautiful woman — and we all know where that leads.It was a hopeless, hapless, amour. She had amply demonstrated her dislike, disdain and probably disgust, for me, making any chance of a relationship with her as far-fetched as West Ham United winning the Premier Championship, or me copping on with Debbie Harry.It was a pipe dream and nothing more. In fact I did dream of Suzannah Weston on Saturday night. Then on Sunday morning I.