" So off we went, with all thegirls looking on smiling.What I nearly forgot is that girls dance in the opposite direction tothe boys and since this wa... a slow dance it took me a little while toget used to it.Well we danced a slow dance and I could feel his hand on my back, slowlymoving around and we seemed to be dancing closer than when we started,my feelings at that moment were totally confused, I was not into men andhad never been, but I was a boy then, now that I looked and acted andfelt. It was Gwen Larkin, the British actress that Brook and I had spent Christmas day with in Palm Springs. While we’d had a good time, I never expected to see her again. We hadn’t even exchanged contact information. What I really wanted to know was, how did she find us? Maybe I should be more concerned about why she felt the need to break into my house and get naked in my bed.On the way home, we had to take a longer route because smoke from the wildfires had closed the road we used this morning.. I read last month about an aspiring model in Nevada whose mutilated body turned up in the desert. It turns out she went out there with a photographer for pictures. He drugged her, raped her and killed her." Oh, God," Meredith said."Yeah," Brock replied. "I know this sounds condescending and I don't mean it to be. You're too trusting. The situation where you found yourself in New York is a prime example. You didn't think anything bad could happen and it almost did. Meredith, you should know. He was in a sport jacket with a white dress shirt and tie. Molly was wearing a floral sundress covered with a sweater. They looked as if they were going to church, not a romantic dinner. No wonder why that special something-something wasn’t there. He was sure she felt it, too, but she would never admit to it. As the hostess seated them at a table, he noticed a couple sitting just two tables away sharing the same side of a banquette, more interested in their conversation than the menus in front.