You even included a facsimile signature. The verses inside refer to me. And my anatomy. In detail. Don’t they?’ I thought about the care I had put...into that Valentine message. Ouch! I had been explicit about the parts I liked and why. ‘Uh… Yes.’ ‘Uh… Yes? You know damn well they do. You only sent it…’ She looked at the dashboard clock. ‘…eighteen minutes ago. To two hundred people who are still choking on their coffee about it.’ ‘Sorry.’ ‘Sorry? You are sorry? Sorry doesn’t begin to cover it. I. I decided thatit would be fun to talk girl talk with Jessica, and my embarrassment fadedaway as quickly as it appeared. And after all, I'd never really had a"girl talk" before!"Yeah," I replied, smiling, "He IS really nice. He was a real gentlemanlast night... And yes, he's definitely cute!" So did you kiss?" Hey!" I replied in mock astonishment, "I'm not the type to kiss andtell!" then grinned conspiratorially, "Oh yes, we definitely kissed!" How was it?" she asked in a stage whisper, "Is he a. How about getting us some wine, please?”I served them their wine, got changed, and went out to sit on the deck. It was more than a half-hour before they came out. “I didn't know we were going formal.” Terry had on a black blouse with a button-down white shirt. She was carrying her heels. Cynthia had a summer dress on. Sleeveless short button-down front with flowers. Both women were wearing stockings, but I don't think either one had a bra on.We walked down the dock and I felt good with a. She pulled her hand back, her palm tinged red. Magdalene jerked back, stunned. She had seen dead bodies before, normally in their cots where the aged nuns had died in their sleep overnight. But this wasn’t a natural death. The handle from one of kitchen knives lay on the floor partly obscured by the body that had collapsed onto it.She had no recollection of how long she stood there, staring down at the dead girl. Distant voices brought her back to the present. She raced from the chapel towards.