*Back at the studio Chesty was preparing to film a scene in which Lorna McVey, an almost exact contemporary of mine in age and at a similar stage in h...r career, was taking me to bed. She was the controlling female airline pilot, domineering rather than dominant, rude, egotistic and callous but, on the plus side, hot as hell and when I murdered her nobody would care.Lorna and I were in dressing gowns and we sat, the three of us as Chesty explained how she was going to shoot it. “Don’t get all. She had a plan and again it started with how she dressed at the next luncheon date. This time the flimsy low cut blouse had no bra underneath and she wore a mini skit without panties. Sandy wanted the lunch to begin normally, as always, with wine and pasta and then she would begin to flirt. Sandy was very adept at flirting so it came naturally to her. On the drive to the restaurant, Sandy was both nervous and excited. This was going to be something that was new and surprisingly erotic. Never. ‘I’m Clarice.’ ‘Clarice?’ He looked amused. ‘No Hannibal jokes please.’ ‘You get them a lot?’ ‘Far to much.’ I grinned. He smiled and looked away. I excused myself to go help a customer and he left. I thought nothing more of it until later that day when my colleague decided to tell my boss that he liked me. ‘What do you mean?!’ I asked, shocked. ‘He’s after you.’ My colleague – Jim – said. ‘ Can’t you tell?’ I shook my head numbly. ‘He’s been past at least six times today and he’s always. ‘You look pale,’ she said. She stood and walked toward me. ‘I can’t tell.’ ‘Tired.’ ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘Very tired.’ ‘A little feverish?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘The muscles in your shoulders and back: they hurt?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘As if tense?’ ‘Yes. Like that.’ I held up my hand and tightened it into a fist. She took the bottle from my hand. ‘This will not help you.’ ‘What do you suggest?’ ‘Do you know how to make an infusion?’ ‘No.’ She led me to a far corner of the store where the owners had set up several couches, a.