I will see if Anja can produce something that will be more permanent for her when I return." I ... she..." Tarifa started to speak.Dysea looked at her...with her emerald eyes. "She stirs your blood, doesn't she Tarifa?"Tarifa nodded slowly meeting her eyes. "I ... I don't know what it is about her." She spoke softly so that only Dysea could hear her, "Her scent drives me mad with desire and to me she tastes wonderful."Dysea smiled and leaned close to Tarifa. "Then do not be afraid to explore this. He drained his champagne in two gulps and toppedme off before he poured himself another glass. How much more alcoholcould he take before he passed out, I wondered?As if to answer my question, Norman asked me if I'd like a tour of hiscondo. God, what a nightmare! I drained my glass and reluctantly gotto my feet, pretending to be a little drunk to lower his guard. When wegot to his study, I spied a heavy-duty safe behind an open closet door. An inspiration came to me. "What's my reward for. It will be more fun, now that you can come visit again.’ ‘So, do you still have the place full of cops and medics?’ I asked. ‘Yeah and lawyers, school teachers, stay at home moms and their children as well. Everybody likes to sit down to eat, but they love Helen’s food most of all.’ ‘Yeah, I’m not surprised.’ I smiled at her just as Jen walked through the door. ‘Jen,’ I said as a greeting. ‘Maxine, how the hell are you hon? I want you to know I’m going to sue Somalia.’ she said laughing. ‘Good. Following the events of last evening, Vicki woke from her sleep and sauntered to the bathroom. Standing in the mirror, Vicki began her daily body inspection. At 5′1″, Vicki was well aware she had lost height over the years and sticking to every inch of height she could, helped in her confidence. Reaching for the brush on the counter, Vicki brushed her long, chocolate-colored hair, which was still thick and wavy. She often preferred to wear it up for ease and to hide any gray hairs she found.