His aide seemed to have some difficulty in answering at first. He nodded his head enthusiastically. “G-Great . . .” he said hoarsely. “Real clas...y dames, Quentin. You certainly can pick them, Quentin.”Yes, thought Havers, ‘classy’ was the word for those two. The sort of women who had always previously been out of his reach.Society women, moneyed, confidently arrogant. He could never afford such women. They looked at him as he were dirt . . . and he had had to be content with scrubbers and. Caught up in events he would never truly understand. I crumpled onto the floor next to him before I was aware of myself. Once there, I simply surrendered. I took the boy in my arms and pulled him to me. The downy whiskers of his cheek pressed against the bare flesh of my breast. I gripped him tightly to me, then tighter still. He stank of sweat, and gun oil, and wine, but his warm breath caressed my nipple and stirred something I thought dead within me. His tears continued, and we rocked back. "Dude..." Dave said. "You're not going to believe this." WHAT!" Rick was out of patience. With the unseen painting and theinability to move, he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown."It looks like a..." Jackie's voice trailed off as the final square ofpaint snapped itself into place. "It's..."Rick screamed. He screamed loud, suddenly, and constantly. Jackie andDave ran up to the box."Oh God!" Rick screamed. "There's something in here with me! THERE'SSOMETHING IN HERE WITH ME!"Rick thrashed as. The skirt was cut just above the knee, the jacket meticulously pressed. Underneath the jacket was a thin white shirt. She wore black high heel pumps. Her hair flowed perfectly and rested on her shoulders. Her makeup looked like she stepped out of a magazine."Do I look better today?” she asked. I took a step back and gave her a complete inspection look. With heels, she was near 5’6”, her breasts appeared perfect and I guessed a 36C, she had a tiny waist, and killer legs.“I was in shock yesterday.