It's wonderful! I get to spend time three days a week among works of art!" Haven't you ever been to the Queensland Gallery on Melbourne Street in Bris...ane?" I interjected."Where?" I've been there," said Alice. "I thought you'd been on a class excursion." Oh, yeah. Big modern building with paintings." Weena turned back to Rachel, "So you go about and look at paintings?"Rachel sighed. "No it's far more than that. I've been learning how each work fits into a pattern. It has a place in the work of. A little pixie dust from you and it can fly." Oh you men! You really do have the frailest egos." She had been tickling my ear, but now she moved down to my groin and used her mouth to boost my ego.We'd never have sexed if she hadn't gotten cancer. We didn't know each other that well, and when she came over to me at a celebration for a professor who had died I didn't recognize her at first, because she'd lost so much weight and was wearing a straight, blond wig. Her eyes were a little bloodshot. Chapter One ?We want you to work undercover for us.? ?Why me? I’m in fraud, I’ve never worked in vice.? ?Precisely, the players here don’t know you, you’re clean.? Detective Inspector King smiled; as head of vice he had a certain charm, a bit of a ladies man. Detective Sergeant Dee Long was in fraud and enjoyed her work; she thought she was a good cop, pulling in the bad guys. She was a real beauty, which was why King and his bosses higher up wanted her transferred to vice. Tall, muscular and. "I'dbetter give you twice as much to do tomorrow, eh?" He laughed merrily atthe horrified expression on Burt's face."Can't 'ave you thinkin you candisrespect me an get away with it, can we, eh? You remember me tellingyou that, don't you?" Yeah," said Burt."Yeah. Right. Now shove off you big oaf! I'm sick o'looking at yourbackward slack jawed expression. Go on!"Burt turned his back on the old man and trudged off toward the village.He paused briefly, wondering if he should have a wash before he.