She takes a sip of beer as she leans back and rests the bottom of a bare foot against the edge of the desk. Her toes wiggle and the pages of the book ...lip over as her hand slinks along her thigh. The mouth of a beer bottle slips though the labia before she takes her next sip. The bottle lingers shortly in front of her lips, the fragrance waifs upward, and then her lips savor her own taste more than the beer. "Study for the goddamn test tomorrow," she scolds herself, though the images and taste. If my eyes wandered out the window too long I might whack my finger and scream various words which are not normally found in the dictionary. That would not only make Sharon suspicious, it might alert the neighborhood of my presence. I certainly did not want that."Sharon, can you get me that tape measure?" I asked. "I want to make sure this picture is even." Sure, Alan."I really just wanted to have another moment to look out the window unnoticed. This young woman across the way was on the phone. I’ve not only decrypted those files, I’ve printed them out. All the correspondence, and the beginnings of a…well, a representative sample…of those stories you’ve downloaded. The printout is in a sealed box at my lawyer’s. Either we play this my way, or that lawyer is going to take you for every cent you have–and ruin your reputation into the bargain.’ This was going according to plan, all right, but I was nervous, just the same. I hadn’t thought of lawyers. I started to undress. While I was. The reunion was a real dud; not worth the trip. She won't let me forget it for a while."Hal looked down at Lola's hand and saw no ring. She was of an age when most women were married. There were a lot of possibilities. Hal considered for a brief moment about asking Lola if she was married. It would have only been a polite rejoinder. Finally, he decided not to ask her. It wasn't that he was afraid of the answer—he didn't really care. The whole subject was uncomfortable and delving into her life.