We'll just be late. Now, go into my closet and get the dress that's in the dry cleaner's bag." OK."I knew by the tone of her voice that I was in trou...le, so I went into the closet and dutifully got her dress for her. I brought it out and just stood there with it. She got up from her dressing table, took the dress, and removed the dry cleaner's bag from it, took it off the hanger and looked at it."Damn! They told me they got the spot off and they didn't! Wait until I get a hold of him! . I wasstripped down to the red bra and panties and strapped to a table.Another young woman was here too. It had to be Shelby Lynne. She wassweeping the floor. I begged her to let me free, but she ignored me. Istarted to look for a way to escape. Looking around the room, I sawtypical things you might find in a basement along with scientific items.For instance, alongside a washer and dryer was a table with a blackmarble top upon which a variety of beakers and test tubes could be seen.Upon a shelf. I had learned a lot about sleepwalking watching my best friend. I knew not to wake him up. I knew I could guide him back to bed gently. I knew he wouldn't remember a thing about his sleepwalking adventures. And, when we were k**s, I knew it was almost guaranteed on our sleepovers. I usually lied the next day and told him he had been doing crazy stuff when he was in his "zombie mode," as I liked to tease him, but I was so outrageous, he never believed me. He had never touched me in any way. “So what are you doing in Paris?” she asked.“I’m playing bass for my old friend.”“Eddie Frank?” she asked, excited.He chuckled and pulled out a CD and signed it for her. “To the world’s loveliest bookseller,” he wrote.“Thanks,” she grinned, looking at it. “I thought you said you were taken.”“Besides being the truth,” he said, “there’s no harm in flirting is there?”“Not in the least,” she giggled. Her grin and giggle made her look years younger. Like a youthful fan. “What is it?”“A best of from.